Keep Up

Speak of peace, hide a club Double talk, promise trust Kiss and tell, lying love Consume it all returning none Tell yourself you can't be wrong Jury's out, cause they've all been hung Something is different The outrage becoming brighter Upon the sunshine of summer Are the winds of November Maybe we'll make it with our heads buried in sand But my guess is that it won't be long before there's blood upon our hands Time is up, my selfish one At the door, your bell is rung Swinging clubs, here they come Wars begun, come on boy "get some" Revolution ain't a song No, it's a bad motherfucker and a gun Sometimes I wish I could be the one To bear the burden of a psycho's fun Maybe I'll make it with my head buried in sand But my guess is that it won't be long before there's blood upon these hands Can't keep up, can't keep up with it anymore Can't keep up, lettin' hate just take its course