Apple Pie & Dead Kids

Well, I don't wanna live in a world Where a fighter jet is considered a better investment than a hospital Or a tank is than a school But I'm equally tired of being told that our solutions lie in Bottles, rags, and broken glass because the violence of the past Can never be washed away in fresher blood Because for every single building that is burned down, another conformist is born And they will never dare to question the system that holds them down No, they won't Did you see it? Did you hear it? Did you ask what was going on? The cops shot another kid down the road - reports said he was unarmed, so they say And after a joke of a trial, that motherfucker walked free And there are too many people that already know this case that don't seem alarmed Ok, now here's the really scary part - which case am I talking about? Bet you don't know If you say that you want change, then don't ask for the same damn thing I never wanted to throw rocks, I just wanted the pendulum to swing Back to a place and a time that I never thought was quite real But still, I'm still starting to get nauseous from the swinging Still, I'd rather die a bitter old man and cling to impossible dreams I'm tired of making do with inbetweens