Matchbook Poets Lyrics

On the back of a pack of matches, I wrote a letter today.
With a bottle of kerosene, I toast to the bourgeoisie.
Tonight, they say everything's gonna be okay.
Tonight, they say, everything's gonna be alright... yeah right.
Not-so-silent weapons for not-so-quiet wars.
Still feels like I'm on trial.A.K.A.S., The - Matchbook Poets - http://motolyrics.com/akas-the/matchbook-poets-lyrics.html
Still got my name on file.
I carve notes like votes on a cinderblock.
Matchbook poets, you know we leave paper trails like coffin nails.
On the back of a pack of matches, I wrote a letter today.
On the back of a pack of matches, I wrote my eulogy.