brother dave (dave hayes) - "crash helmet"

going home got jesus on the telephone searching for the nearest methadone clinic he's a cynic done found his-self a cigarette takin us off his own shit you could call him a hypocrite yeah  and damn if i (inaudible) till he cannot possibly mend at least he knows how it feels to be me all i need is a crash helmet baby all i need from you is a little more nothing never mind all these warnings signs everything's gonna be just fine is a lie suddenly everyone's insane and the ones who run the game could give a shit about our pain now i wanna lead the show there aint too many places i can go so i take the final toke breathe in breathe slow till i nod out what i need is a crash helmet baby all i need from you is a little more nothing never mind all these warnings signs everything is gonna be just fine is a lie what am i supposed to do not gonna wait around for you the love that you loaned me is not true the flowers they are all blue we are through by the money in our hand what we dont understand stunned at the plight of man what i need is a crash helmet baby all i need from you is a little more nothing never mind all the warnings signs everything's gonna be just fine is a lie now no more can she take she's looking to make a clean break think she's coming back a really big mistake that we can't afford to make when we're already late and we fell on our faces when trying to jump the star gate i guess it was our fate but i got up and moved around so the dead bodies covered the ground man who had no soul desecrate the burial mountain and i said fuck him and everything that he believes in the sin that he depends is killing me no more family and a chance for a healthy reality our backs against the barbed wire i'm in here with the cattle of humanity all i need is a crash helmet baby all i need from you is a little more nothing never mind all these warnings signs everything is gonna be just fine is a lie ooooooooooo-ooooooo ahhhhhhh---ahhhhhh ooooooo-oooooooo ummm-hmmmmmmmm when i get home i got jesus on the telephone searching for the nearest methadone clinic he's a cynic done found himself a cigarette takin us off his own shit calling him a hypocrite till he cannot possibly win at least he knows how it feels to be me what i need is---is a crash helmet baby all i need from you is a little more nothing never mind all these warning signs everything gonna be just fine