Youth on a Spit Songtext
von Willy Mason

Found a solution to southern pollution
Across the brain, a regular pain
Carries madness, a clutch into habits
It′s murder, you know it but you dare not show it
Final analysis, it's a case of paralysis
It′s a cultural rock, a new state of shock
Broke of the reference, a map of repentance
The hope isn't learned, the culture will turn

You can't kill me, I′m already dead
Already dead, already dead
God′s witness, I heard what you said
I heard what you said, shot in the head
I feel no pain, I've already bled
Already bled, already bled
You can′t kill me, I'm already dead


Bastards of plenty, the foolish with everything
They cut out the heart and feed on the red
We tried tax evasion, page turn with Haitians
Bodies are swollen, death is a token
Their handles are broken, the doors won′t open
Why can't we escape? Invisible cage
It started with age, the minimum wage
Distractions abundant, our captor is tuned-in

Youth on a spit, greedy and roasted
Reach out for a blessing, always second guessing
Is it truth or a lie? Our life was designed
Which way that you turn and whose alcohol you burn

You can′t kill me, I'm already dead
Already dead, already dead
God's witness, I heard what you said
I heard what you said, shot in the head
I feel no pain, I′ve already bled
Already bled, already bled
You can′t kill me, I'm already dead