Counter Riot - That It Is Not
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A spoke in a solitude? That it is not
You said a gun-slinging attitude that it is not
But then you beat yourself up like you knew what hit ya
The played it back slow on my satellite picture
You tried to blame it all on me, but that it is not
You're like the foolish river
Flowing down from the mountain top
You're thinking hittin' the Atlantic
Is like coming to a sudden stop
I saw you sold your car at the end of the road
You took a piss on the dirt you knew was home
Is that the way you live to make your livin'
Man I hope it is not 'cause you'll be back home again
Do it for yourself my brother
And for god's sake, think about your mother
Wеll the chairs they got undernеath... that it is not
Waiting for tomorrow to greet them, but that it is not
So you got a little deal and it ain't too bad
You're working more hours
Well our last job had us sitting on chairs waiting
For tomorrow to greet us
To feed us, they seat us, back down
To the edge of that chair
Until it needs us to get up
To get up, to get up and to lead us
To lead us back down into the world I got in my brain
I stopped staring at alarms, they're driving me insane
So you're working more hours than your last job had
You're feeling alright though you're sometimes mad
Well let me get back to the facts that are in my hand
Life is a crutch for the spirits who can not stand
So don't come at me thinking, while drinking, that the man
Is fake 'cause your dreams, though not worked for, did not pan
Dreaming what would be truth? They say that it is not
And man a teacher there for every youth? I guess that it is not
But discovery to the observant, deliverance to the deserving
And refuge for all of its seekers
Well damn the people in this world that won't live up to their guarantee
'cause that it is not
Someday you'll see me sitting uptown
Sitting, spitting, preaching
Telling you, you, you, you, you and you
That it is not
Is that life?
That it is not
I don't know what it is
That it is not
I said, I don't know what it is
That it is not
You said a gun-slinging attitude that it is not
But then you beat yourself up like you knew what hit ya
The played it back slow on my satellite picture
You tried to blame it all on me, but that it is not
You're like the foolish river
Flowing down from the mountain top
You're thinking hittin' the Atlantic
Is like coming to a sudden stop
I saw you sold your car at the end of the road
You took a piss on the dirt you knew was home
Is that the way you live to make your livin'
Man I hope it is not 'cause you'll be back home again
Do it for yourself my brother
And for god's sake, think about your mother
Wеll the chairs they got undernеath... that it is not
Waiting for tomorrow to greet them, but that it is not
So you got a little deal and it ain't too bad
You're working more hours
Well our last job had us sitting on chairs waiting
For tomorrow to greet us
To feed us, they seat us, back down
To the edge of that chair
Until it needs us to get up
To get up, to get up and to lead us
To lead us back down into the world I got in my brain
I stopped staring at alarms, they're driving me insane
So you're working more hours than your last job had
You're feeling alright though you're sometimes mad
Well let me get back to the facts that are in my hand
Life is a crutch for the spirits who can not stand
So don't come at me thinking, while drinking, that the man
Is fake 'cause your dreams, though not worked for, did not pan
Dreaming what would be truth? They say that it is not
And man a teacher there for every youth? I guess that it is not
But discovery to the observant, deliverance to the deserving
And refuge for all of its seekers
Well damn the people in this world that won't live up to their guarantee
'cause that it is not
Someday you'll see me sitting uptown
Sitting, spitting, preaching
Telling you, you, you, you, you and you
That it is not
Is that life?
That it is not
I don't know what it is
That it is not
I said, I don't know what it is
That it is not
