Meantime Testo

Lies from the canyon down to the core
Drip from your rich tongue and feed the poor
Blood on the back-nine you rig the game
Black out the blue sky and scar your name

In the meantime
On the front-line
You know you’re rights

Down in the garden under the sun There grows a sick vine in everyone
Chokes up the roses grown for the grave
Damn to the river shore to the wave

In the meantime
On the front-line
Got my ray gun
You got your land-mines

You don’t see me
But I’ve got eyes on you
You don’t own me
But I’ve got rights on you