Tanks down Penn. Street, Future's lookin' pretty bleak, End of a winning street got you buskin' on Main Street. Tryin' not to drown when you're run by a clown. Cover's rolled back missiles fired out the ground. Well "the news is all fake and Russia's a lie" We got Nazis driving cars - try not to die. Knick-knack paddywhack Brother had a heart attack Hospital sent him back rollin' on a gurney rack. Couldn't pay the fine so he died with the time, Obama Care is dead - we'd better all get in line. I got dirt on my boots and sweat in my eye Its these companies greed that will blacken all of our skies. Climate change aint real, Internet's a new deal, working class plan to steal the eagle off the Trump seal. 17 Tweets a day - "Dems will take your guns away" Rags on the face, we're gonna hit the streets and play. Red and black flags light the streets at night, would you look us in the eyes and say you "don't want to fight." We got Clergy grabbin' little boys, Voting like you got a choice, Only if you had a voice, you could make a little noise. "Wall's gonna be big, election races all rigged" Gotta hide from bombs being dropped by Korean kids. Pipelines are pouring out oil and blood. Wipe your feet off quick so you don't get it on my rug. -I paid a lot of money for that man... The man who cut the Bear's Ears Drinkin on the Right's fears, sitting on a keg of beer we all shed a single tear. "Oh they're on their knees" and Ol' Glory in the breeze. Gotta breathe now Fracking's killing all my history. No one can afford the place where they're living They want one hundred dollar bills a day but we only got ten. - Come on you all know it.

I got a heart, right here on my sleeve. I sewed it with some punk rock thread so that it would never leave. Last time i saw you, It tried to run away again. So picked it up - I threw it away and swore that was the end. I got lungs. They're telling me they're tired. Screaming at the top of them until they catch on fire. There's no smoke so the fire might mislead you. My lungs are collapsing but still got work to get through. I got hands, scarred from years of works. blistered from these guitar strings and all my countless words. When i get lost, i see the back of the for guidance. So i stick them back into my pockets to avoid that kind of reliance. I got feet, covered in dirty boots. They keep me stomping through the mud to get me back to my roots. The soles are worn out yeah they've seen much better days. But they've stuck with me no matter what since the day I moved away. I got a heart, Right here on my sleeve. I sewed it with some punk rock thread so that it would never leave. Its like a tattoo. The ink became the thread. A constant memory of all that stupid shit I've said...

There are a lot of lyrics to this song.. if you really would like a print out, feel free to let me know. =)

(Chorus) I'll drink a bit of gin and I'll drink a bit of wine. I'll do almost anything to waste my time. They said I won't see 80 and i think thats just fine. Cuz this world's gone to hell - its not fault of mine. This morning some tuxedo was giving us bad news, and a plastic Barbie doll started singing the blues. Everyone's trying to cut some jobs and build a wall and we don't get paid to educate them all. They're putting poison in the air and there's poison in the sea, so they drew a piped line to divide you and me. The breadline's always full of businessmen in suits while punk rockers are tying red laces on their boots. (Chorus) We're getting fatter by the minute - dying younger by the year. Our city has fallen pray to $7 beers. No one reads a book - hell no one reads at all. Congressmen are speaking to abandoned town halls. I wish there'd be a day when we all just get along when a difference of opinion doesn't dictate right from wrong. If they say "the times are changing" go and crack 'em with a bat, cuz my friend just died by the railroad tracks. (Chorus)

Walkin' down the street today is like a gamble with your soul. Staring at those little screens till you fall into their holes. But you fired all the governments so now no one builds the roads. No one learned how to farm and your anarchy erodes. Standing outside with signs just yelling to get loud? He might not be our president but you damn sure ain't my crowd. You say your mind is free but I beg to disagree. You get your idols from the pusher on T.V. Telling you how to think and act while we're rotting in their cells. Take away from the arts from schools now we'll never make their bail. Spend billions overseas fighting someone else's wars. While patriots wave flags and guns the schools just shut their doors. I see a man with a MAGA hat but when he writes his pen turns blue, people walking with their head in the clouds - they don't know what to do. You sit at coffee shops and sip four bucks all day long. I'm at my table trying write just one more song. Spend billions overseas fighting someone else's wars. While patriots wave flags and guns the crooks break down our doors.

I'm headed back to New Mexico. Headed back to where I belong. I'm tired of your cities - I think my small town is pretty. I'm headed to New Mexico - my home. I missed the simple sights of my home town. Alfalfa, hay and horses all around. Where no one's push or shovin' I can smell my mama's oven. I guess I'm just New Mexico bound. I'm headed back to New Mexico. This world is just too damn big for me. I need my green chile - I ain't just being silly. Its nothing but New Mexico for me. 4 a.m. the trains they start singing. Coyotes start yellin' at the moon. The radio is playing and the callers keep on saying "I gotta hear that Al Hurricane tune." I'm headed back to New Mexico. I'm taking the '25 on home. I see that mesa coming and the Rio Grande is runnin' Este tierra aqui es my home. I'm headed back to New Mexico. Headed back to where I belong. I'm tired of your cities - I think my small town is pretty. I'm headed to New Mexico - my home.

I was livin' in the sands down south till the wind blew a tumbleweed in my mouth. I didn't know where to go Figured I'd go up north and catch some snow. But the snows never came that year... When i got to town, the folk all cheered. But i turned into their biggest fear. Pokin' around and shooting too It didn't take long before they were through. And they didn't need me anymore... So i grabbed my guitar and head to town Did everything i could to shake this frown. Ended up gettin' stuck in the mud Stagnate water will boil your blood. So you gotta keep moving. The first thing that you learn about Taos, you gotta have money or you better get out. Can't afford to rent a house or buy your gal a brand new blouse. Hell we can barely afford to eat here. Well I used to live at the funeral home, folks would pass and leave me alone. It was a constant view of what lies ahead We don't get out alive we just end up dead. And some folks make a business out of that. - Nothing wrong with making money. Well The Mountain says who stays or goes and it aint a gimmick, joke or show. Wanna be here? You gotta work hard. If you ain't careful they'll pull your card. And you better be ready for that. Everyone's got a second job. Those who don't they steal and rob. Watch your house for a day or two See your window? A rock flies through. And out goes all your things. (Fuck thieves) Those who go in the snow and play, spend their money all damn day. They got a plane that will fly you in, back home and around again. So you don't gotta stay here. Taos really is a special place. Its a garden of Eden for the human race. But you better have the do-re-me Cuz I'll tell you friennnnnnnnnnds. Taos ain't free. Consider yourself warned.