Come close to me
No, wait, stand still
I've got more room than I can handle
I've got more space to fill
I've got bucket of guns and drugs and rocks with your name on it
I've got twice your age in conflict
But you've got twice mine in money

I've waited for you to fill my glass up
But I'm stuck and I'm not having any luck
Yeah, I'm stuck with this fucked up little cup
Yeah, I'm stuck

And all of us are to blame

And that's why I'm walking all over my uneven pavement
I am tearing down your politics
And fucking your discrimination
I've got taxes in my pocket that have been through the wash
I've got uncles, and brothers, and sisters, and cousins
With their heads blown off
In war

All of us are to blame