Hacksaw by The Rebel Spell Lyrics
Even the night air was like a blow drier so in the daytime he’d stick to the canyons between the buildings where the anomie is enough to send you reeling
But in the evenings he found a scene where this didn’t matter
Maybe 200 people and some old amplifiers and when he was among them he was someone at last
And among this little scene people recognized the mind of poet and a prophet with some wisdom for the world
I’m at war with the liars I’m a war with the thieves I’m at war with all this hatred all I want is peace. But I can’t find the truth there is politics to these streets, there’s a cop in every one of us and I am an urchin thief
The other side of this glorious life was the true credibility of being dirt poor. You can’t get a job if you can’t get a shower besides there’s no fuckin grandeur in being a slave
So his favourite transgression was big overstocked stores it seemed much less harm than robbing more poor. It’s not up to us to question the way that he lived but I’ve got a huge problem with the way that he died
I’m at war with the liars I’m a war with the thieves I’m at war with hatred and all I want is peace. But I can’t find the truth there is politics to the streets, there’s a cop in every one of us and I am an urchin thief
Some Sunday evening he was caught in an alley with his namesake in one hand and a new pup in his coat
The cops shot him in the face they said he was armed. He was just a scared kid holding a hacksaw
Just another street kid wasn’t worth a thing
Nothing more just go on with your day
Listen late at night you’ll hear the streets ring
The sum of all this conflict and all he had to say was
“all I want is peace”
But in the evenings he found a scene where this didn’t matter
Maybe 200 people and some old amplifiers and when he was among them he was someone at last
And among this little scene people recognized the mind of poet and a prophet with some wisdom for the world
I’m at war with the liars I’m a war with the thieves I’m at war with all this hatred all I want is peace. But I can’t find the truth there is politics to these streets, there’s a cop in every one of us and I am an urchin thief
The other side of this glorious life was the true credibility of being dirt poor. You can’t get a job if you can’t get a shower besides there’s no fuckin grandeur in being a slave
So his favourite transgression was big overstocked stores it seemed much less harm than robbing more poor. It’s not up to us to question the way that he lived but I’ve got a huge problem with the way that he died
I’m at war with the liars I’m a war with the thieves I’m at war with hatred and all I want is peace. But I can’t find the truth there is politics to the streets, there’s a cop in every one of us and I am an urchin thief
Some Sunday evening he was caught in an alley with his namesake in one hand and a new pup in his coat
The cops shot him in the face they said he was armed. He was just a scared kid holding a hacksaw
Just another street kid wasn’t worth a thing
Nothing more just go on with your day
Listen late at night you’ll hear the streets ring
The sum of all this conflict and all he had to say was
“all I want is peace”