Lyrics Build Me A Bomb - Jerry's Kids

Build Me A Bomb

1. i don’t belong
I got a feeling
It’s in my head
I got a feeling
Do you hear what i said?
I got a feeling there’s something wrong
I got a feeling that i…
I don’t belong here
I know it’s true
I don’t belong here
And neither do you
I got a feeling
It’s in my brain
I got a feeling
I’ve got nothing to gain
2. cracks in the wall
I opened up my head to you
I listened to the plan you drew
Tell me what i should be
And tell me what i should see
There’s cracks in the wall
Watch them fall
I dig it when i walk down the street
I check out all the people i meet
They know i know there’s something wrong
Their petty lives, they’ll soon be gone
I know this
There’s cracks in the wall
Watch them fall
Down
3. tear it up
Mundane people, they’re all around
They keep our music underground
But we’re gonna break, break the chains
And watch their lives go down the drain
Tear it up tear it up
We need the change we need the change
I look around, there’s no place to play
They all tell us to screw away
Streets of boston need a change
And streets of boston call my name
4. crucify me
Point your finger, you point it in the dark
Cause i’m just putty, just putty in your hands
So push me down, you push me to the ground
Just give me pain, and watch me suffer, watch me gasp
Better look out man
It’s gonna fall on you
Crucify me
Crucify me
Crucify me
Nail me up and sit and watch me bleed
Take whatever, whatever you need
I feel oppression, i feel it fall on me
I feel the pressure cooking inside my brain
Point your finger, you point it in the dark
I’m just putty, just putty in your hands
So nail me up and sit and watch me bleed
And take whatever, whatever you need
5. break the world
Walking in a straight line
Following footsteps right on time
Your days are mapped out
And your life’s a game without a doubt
Break the mold
Go your own way
Break the mold
Throw it away
There’s no time left to talk
Running rampant around the clock
You don’t care about poverty
Self-centered slave of society
6. raise the curtain
What is this
I’m too blind to see
Open arms
Beckon me
Raise the curtain
And you are exposed
A bloodstained mind
But what of my hands?
Blood-shot eyes
What have i done?
Raise the curtain
And you are exposed
It takes you in
And squeezes you tight
Feel the warmth
Feel the knife
Twist
7. vietnam syndrome
Ten years back from vietnam
He gave his mind to uncle sam
He thought he had control of his life
But he went demented and grabbed a knife —
Lodged deep inside his head
Visions of war
Visions of the dead
His pencil becomes a bayonet
You tried to help but the fire’s set
Now he’s after you and he’s after me
We’re not american, we’re vc
So thanks very much for his kick in the face
He’s not alright, he’s in outer space
Just give him a shot, he’ll be alright
Man, you just want him out of sight
8. build me a bomb
People, they open their palms to me
What they want they take from me
What i got they gotta take
There’s no more truth, it’s all a fake
Build me
Build me a bomb
Then all my problems
They’ll be gone
I’m sick and tired of the same routine
Just a part of an official scheme
But i’ll be sure that when i’m sold
It won’t be my head that rolls alone