The night brigade from seventh grade
Broken homes and broken bones
Crooked smiles, passing vials
Crucified and day’s denied,
drop out.
Schooled and groomed, baby doomed
pretty face, lost in space
born to win, sell your skin
one day when my ship comes in
you’ll call or crawl.
You know me, I’m not the one
Waiting on your setting sun
You know me, I’m not your son
In a uniform flashing a gun to prove…
The night brigade from seventh grade
Broken homes and broken bones
Crooked smiles, passing vials
Crucified and day’s denied,
drop out.
Schooled and groomed, baby doomed
pretty face, lost in space
born to win, sell your skin
one day when my ship comes in
you’ll call or crawl.
You know me, I’m not the one
Waiting on your setting sun
You know me, I’m not your son
In a uniform flashing a gun to prove…
Darkened hearts fall apart
a habitat of sweet combat
sick and sore, insecure
but I’m not gonna be your whore.
You know me, I’m not the one
Waiting on your setting sun
You know me, like everyone
To be someone, not anyone
You know me, you know me.
