Concrete Dreams

Bonfire Pickets

Wings of blindness fly me home


Temptation lad to love with chrome


The city and the problem child


Teething, boredom, running wild


Cheated, beaten, opened, abused


These dreams of concrete have no real use


The repercussions of the naive need,


Torn and twisted by the failure of greed





chorus:


The trouble with concrete is the fabric of thought


If only we used it like we were taught


But battered by the pain and screams


We're left with rubble from these concrete dreams





The teachers shun the chosen word


And educate the losers with the absurd


The system does not know the truth


Radio edit hides the proof





Chorus





My dream of concrete led me here


As the rubble fell, so did the fear


Waiting for the lights to go out


So concrete I can dream about





Chorus:


The trouble with concrete is how we're taught


Make concrete the fabric of your thought


I was told at a young age


Now only death can halt my rage.