Airborne

If money talks, it also lives

The fat and pale faces show

In east l.a., a baby dies

Well, that's just the way it goes

In their white cars, they drive through slums

And talk of art and distant wars

They shake their heads, and click their tongues

As they reach to lock the doors

In every world, in every age

There's a "they"

And what do they say?

They say we're airborne

The trapped generation of lies

They say we're airborne

Dead innocents, aloft with bent desires

May i use "we"?, we're forced to see

The pain of life most every day

I'll have a drink, i'll close my eyes

Then i'll turn to fly away

And so we cry, misunderstood!

Our souls alive, red burning youth

But colors fade, and we might pale

And crash down in three piece suits

I asked a kid the other day

What they teach in this nuclear age

We had some fun in school today

We learned to get under our desks

And start to pray!