I don't need no arms around me
& I don't need no words to ground me
& I'm not glad you found me at all
& I don't need no eyes to cry for me
I don't need no lips to lie for me
I can do it all on my own
I don't need anyone to find me,
with all of my better days behind me
I will do better sitting here on my own
& I know that more of you would love me,
if only I wouldn't be so ugly
you'd give me the prize if I would just play along
... I'm not playing along
I don't need the sun to shine on me,
I don't need to live in harmony
conflict is what moves us along
I don't need to get behind it
& I don't need to raise a sign for it
one man's right's another man's wrong
I don't think anyone is worth it,
we're not even good, 'less we rehears it
while deep in the mind there's things we'd never admit
like when we see faces that are smiling,
we know that they're animals & violent
but for to survive they know they must coexist
Oh no! not another generation,
your peace & your love is all stagnation
in fact I wish someone here would just drop the bomb
& I don't need those faces all around,
eyes all staring, looking up down
I guess I'm the unfortunate son
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth