| 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 |