No More Cover
no more cover but should i care
who said this world had to be fair
war time draft will make a man out of me
well that's the man i will never be
and i shot myself in the arm
with less than a gram but it feels like a ton
and i cry and i can't stop
here i am
and i can't stop
here i am
and this could be my ghetto
and this could be veitnam
and this could be my ghetto
i fight my mind's veitcong
no one knows
how i feel i see they're faces and the pain looks real
always under their attack
i got a target painted on my back
no times out no time to run
no time left to get your gun
atomic clock hands stand still
no one left for you to kill
and sometimes i feel a little bit less than a man
i don't want to die
and i can't stop
here i am
and i can't stop
here i am
and this could be my ghetto
and this could be veitnam
and this could be my ghetto
and i fight my mind's veitcong
there are doors
to get inside not for me there's no place to hide
mushroom clouds start to hover
no more countries no more cover
invisible guns are trained on me do i try to fight
what do i use against something that's not in my sight
and now that death has taken over the earth
i wonder why there really isn't life after birth
not ready to die
but is there a choice
not ready to die
i still speak my voice
not ready to die
it's out of my hands
not ready to die
for the national demands
already find it hard to speak and i've lost my vision
no time left to think after a decision
and now that death takes it's toll on the earth
i wonder if there really is life after birth
not ready to die
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