Upton Lyrics

all down the streets the signs read cheaper and better technology
this capitalist vision is my nightmare, put up a sign in my face
what the fuck happened to this place?
i think we made a wrong turn now look at hte lovely concrete
i drove to my stupid job today, got stopped at an intersection
15 minutes of my life just rolled away
i looked at the guy next to me he didn't seem so happy
no ones happy but everyone's too busy to see
let's go shopping today
drive our fancy cars to the fancy malls and for lunch we'll have big macs
i wish i could turn the clock back to when i was ten
when i wasn't scared of everything
and everything wasn't so fucking crowded
and i wonder if my kids will ever see a horizon
untouched by billboards and shopping malls
and i wonder if this crazy world thinks i'm the one who's crazy
what if i'm the one who's crazy?
what if i'm the one who's crazy?
i'm not crazy just frustrated

third graders holding hands indians
and pilgrims celebrating new found lands
they tried to teach me that at school
make the white race look superior it's always been their rule
now i can't believe we celebrate thanksgiving as a holiday of unity and peace
if i had my way, we'd all dress in black
and daddy would serve up the white meat
cuz genocide is nothing to celebrate, extinction doesn't deserve a parade
and we perpetuate these lies witht he turkeys that we buy
i tried explaining to my mom but she's too afraid to admit to herself
that her race is a killing machine
take a look around your town and who do you see?
the native american is surprisingly absent in his own indigenous land
do you want to know why? it's cuz we killed them all
it's not that hard to understand, yeah
so i go to college and you know what i learned?
that 80 million people were killed by my grandpa,
your grandpa and all of their friends
they bleached out our continent but that's not the end
the last full blooded aborigine died a century ago
if it's possible there's a place in the southern hemisphere
with a history even worse than our home
no one finds it peculiar
that a tropical island is full of people just like you and me
but astralia's a piece of shit floating in the pacific
buoyed by the blood of the aborigine.
buoyed by the blood of the aborigine.

wasted, passed out on the kitchen floor
another week gone by and i haven't been dreaming
blacked out and i can't remember exactly what i did last night
i hear stories in the morning and i know that i'm out of control
because wheni drink nothing ever matters,
i missed the sunrise, could barely open my eyes
now i've got to pull myself together
right now this town really fucking tears me down
someday it will drown me in the river
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or i might end up drowning myself.

do you remember the first thing you had to memorize?
was it the pledge of allegiance?
a five year old stands for a flag that killed off all the real americans
do we really like being controlled or are our heads just spinning?
more cops more prisons to bear down on crime and violence
yet we glamorize violence through televised wars
my friend was unjustly beaten by the police
and broken star brought shame to the 57th precinct
and with their power came extortion and corruption
and failing to report rape and hatecrimes to make chicago look safe
tell me is this secrutiy, do we need protection from the police?
we need to reassess the power vested in authority
and social control threatens public safety do you feel safe?
see, i don't know what we're thinking
paying taxes so that we can be controlled
do you know what happens
when we start accepting everything that we've been told?
we all fall down and we close our eyes and pretend not to see
but why is a crime not a crime when it's committed by police?
we close our eyes and pretend not to see
but my friend got beat up by police
i had a dream that my whole town had turned into a prison
a cop on every corner but i don't feel too safe
feels like i'm in jail

i'm not angry i'm a no good piece of shit
i hear that eeryday, it just rolls off my back
left out frustrated no one to talk to
alone with the thoughts in my head
the people i respect knock me down,
so i sit like a piece of garbage washed up on the curb
and it's funny in a place where one in ten have no money
i hear only one in ten encouraging words
"yeah the wisemen don't know shit,
it's a poor fuck like me on the streets i got it all figured out"
said an old man piss drunk on a wednesday
a smile from his dirty toothless mouth made me smile
and he asked me for a smoke and some change
a cigarette was all i had to give
i sat around watching cars thinking stupid fucking thoughts about
my friends and my girl and my school and myself
and i wished i could go drinking
where noone knew my name and i didn't know anyone else
i sat alone bored accomplishing nothing
another summer day, more thrown away sunshine
"now don't be offended and don't curse me out,
but i'm starving and i sure could use your dimes"
i looked up at a young man not much older than me
gave him a dollar and a smoke and some time
he said "i fought for uncle sam and now he won't fight for me
he threw me out when i was done serving time
i said i wouldn't go into special forces and kill
he said 'then stay out on the streets and fucking die'"
yeah there's two kinds of prisons
some say one where you're locked up and everythings outside
and another where you're outside and everything is locked away.