Testo Make No Plans

They're looking at me from a magazine These eyes haunt me though I am unseen From Tompkins Park to the dirty beach The anger's mounting and it is in reach Misrepresented and misunderstood They're crawling 'round us in the neighborhood They make a profit from the sheer decay Kill the birthright on a summer's day. CHORUS: Crawl out of your hole, tied to the post What have you got to lose? Out of control, you at the polls Make no bone circle 'round me Out of my tree, loving and free But why am I feeling this doubt? Shaking I shout, make no plans for me! Make no plans Mean and moaning are we impotent To stop the killing of environment? To save the world will it be dissent? I'm asking you, you say "no comment" The sweet defense of the singles bar No use hiding we know where you are Tawana Brawley and her plastic bag Hell's the future and we're looking back CHORUS