Poisenville Kids No Wins/Reprise (This Must Be Our Time)

{*Muffled*} This is the sound of what you don't know killing you This is the sound of what you don't need still true This is the sound of what you don't want still in you [Verse 1] When a live wire lights little metal rail Right when a marvel of engineering steered me clear in to the plight Right before the bodegas open, after the peak of night before the paper's delivered I sat on the corner and sparked a light The same corner I perched when I zone dropped on the block first At almost 5 o'clock watching for sun spots or store clerks Alone spot, almost kinda like the zone was forgot As if the grid had been reset and couldn't catch to the clock Or the stoop was stuck in the past a half minute and I sat in it With a loosie Newpy drift out of my lips, taste; half minted [Verse 2] And I felt like a hundred bucks in the pocket of a gambling lush At a wondershowzen flow with the droids of destructo luck Fugitoid on the run again, the sky gleamed the maroonist coloring Layered against the bluest tone from where the thunder lived And here I was directly under it Like some dejected little grey they told to stay and wait for the mothership A cotton ball in a blizzard of mischief or brain prison With a thought that rode on the bus and came for conjugal visits And fucked it's way into my grey matter, the tattered territory Stayed chattering and nagging till it demanded it yell it for me And I tried to hold the thing back but the meditation was otherly Fixated on what a friend said and relating it to my struggling "Metropoloid void so damn smothering" But we were children of poisenville and saw the seduction less repugnant And reserved the right as the triggerman with the back up plan of self destruction And I touched the type of chemicals that could pull me towards that function It's the stuff I find hard for discussion How the fuck do you explain your own self destruction and still remain trusted? [Verse 3] To answer the question, yes - the city wants you gone And thats the only thing connecting us, but the connection is so strong So how dare you assume that I'll sleep when you're dead This is well outside the boundaries of acceptable behavior I will not give you the go ahead and you will not be remembered fondly I'm throwing down the gauntlet, fuck you this isn't your decision And for all the holy fuck I give, your little spectacle is ended But don't think for just one second you've honored your obligations to me I'm serious look in my eyes, I don't find this funny Or whatever you imagine poetry and justice feels like when you combine them I am not going to allow this on my watch buddy, nobodies impressed With your imagined sacrifice device or insurmountable regret You are not uniquely pained and if you go we won't be sorry And who the hell are you to put me through the banality of watching this Cause many better men have gone for clearly better reasons and I Starkly must remind you that you have not even been trying And that's the only thing remarkable about you, stop me if I'm lying We are always outnumbered but we were never out militiad There's no dignity for criminals, no ministry for the wicked In this town if you make a sound you're the leper with the most fingers The League of Extraordinary Nobodies, the other teams bringing in ringers No faith in the majority, no hope for the little ones Sally pulled a pistol out, billy got a blunderbuss So what the fuck are you feeling that makes your struggle so wondrous? Enough to arrogantly pull what's left of the rug out from under us? I think not, you're in the same barrel all us other crabs are caught And if I have to live, you have to live; whether you like this shit or not {Vocals in brackets by Charlyn Marshal} Dedicated to the drowning, and the noble futility of the desperate friends forced to watch (Never again) And to my good friends who refused to allow it to happen to me (Never again) You know who you are, you know what I'm talking about (Never again) Believe me, man I promise (Never never never gonna get that way again) {X8} [Instrumental Outro]