Stars around and Big Dipper shines
I fear you only sometimes
Gonna strike then gonna hide
Searing, burning, deep inside
Stars burn out, they die
People who shine, institutionalized
Ask a question, wonder why
Tell me how did Abbie die?

Breaking free of police bullshit
Illegal search, wiretap, and this...
Laughing, a smug smile
Your jokes piss me in my time
Life itself, the power struggle thing
Molded into happy happy
Molded from harsh real screams
Molding, ripping apart my vital seams

There's a cage within this town
No sunshine days, no stars at night. Drift
Horizontal lines to hold our tongues in silence
From Springfield to Oakland, CA. Drift away
And there's a rotund man who don't eat so well
Penal annoyance on our minds
He's got the badge and the cherrywood stick
Big guns, little guns, and bullets that fit, oh yeah

And I can envision now how it would be done
Hordes of thieving pilgrims to the pawn shop run
Now you pack a gun, be calm
Fill the circle and spin the lead
This line up, part the hair of that pig oh yeah
Right between the eyes, right through his head
See the fear and feel the oppression drift

And these feelings grew, these feelings DO
Can't you feel it, make it drift away?

Stars above and Big Dipper shines
I fear you only sometimes
Gonna strike then gonna hide
Oh yeah, Abbie did suicide

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Writer(s): James Broustis