Testo della canzone Armageddon Man (Black Flag), tratta dall'album Family Man

Armageddon Man - Black Flag

Yeah

Nowhere to go
No place to go
I'm real screwed up
My eyes are sore from smoking all that shit
No place to go
Bottomless heart
So big that everything just gets lost in there
And if it never comes out
That's okay by me

And on the other side
At the top there may light at the end of the tunnel
I just don't think I'll be the same
I'm just warning you
I'm warning you all
No crutches, no, nothin'
I am going to live the end
Apocalypse man!

What the hell else is there to do?
I want a mission
Not a gig or a good time, I want a mission
Scrawny stiff legs and despair come walkin' my way with an achy step
Shipwrecked souls, desolation paradise
Bountiful wonderland of lost souls staggering around, arms outstretched, looking for something

Lonely hero man sitting on the crest of the apocalypse
And our boy says something like, uh
"Hey sir, I'm a man away from home, and my soul is out on loan
Could you throw us down a bone, so I wouldn't be all alone?
'Cause I wanna see it all, and I wanna have it all
And I wanna see it fall, and I wanna take it all away"

February 13th
Birthday, new shirt around my neck
Shivers up and down my spine
The time is mine and I'm feelin' fine
And I take this one thin dime

Call my mom on the phone and say
Say, something to warm her heart
Say, uh, "Your boy done fucked up
Had a bit of hard luck, went down a wrong trail, messed with some wrong people and just lost his mind

Just lost his mind
Just lost his mind
Lost his mind
Lost his mind
Lost his mind
Lost his mind"

Jumped! Get stuck in the trunk, stuck in the jungle
And their jokes and their pokes and their wrong side looks
And all the notes in the books
And all the wrong turns and all the bad burns
And he never learned
Kept burning, and he never got to learn
One wrong turn led to another wrong turn

Dog people!
These people are for real!
They watch television!
They run in circles!
They bark like dogs!
They nip at my heels!
They wanna put a collar around my neck!
They want me to be like them!

Well, I just walk right past, right over 'em, right though 'em, right on top of them
I crush their face
'Cause it's easy
'Cause they're nothing!
'Cause they're nothing
Little dogs
Humping dogs
Sticking that thing in any crap that passes by

Dirt falling in my mind
Dirt gettin' stuck in my mouth
Dirt gettin' stuck in my eyes
Seeing everything through dirt

All I see is dirt, all I know is dirt
Just talkin' dirt, talkin' dirt
Digging dirt, loving dirt, rolling in dirt
Dirt river, dirt slithers, dirt lovers, dirt undercover, dirt over color
Ah

I've felt dirty before, but it never felt quite like this
I've seen dirt before, but it never looked quite looked quite like this
I've talked dirt before, but it never sounded quite like this

That's not the way it is
That's just the way it is around here
Around these parts
Oh!

It took a long time to make a long rhyme
It took a long time to make a story short
It took a lot of lives and a lot of lies to make this story what it is
And stretch it into a disgusting distortion, and proportion, and detail
And you can retail that, and sell it to the market and see what you get

Bring back the proceeds and we'll spend it on
Something of worth
Something that'll save me
Something that'll get me out of here
There's nothing I want more... out
There's nothing I like to roll in like dirt

Look
Cheated myself
Looked at myself
Hated myself
And if we could all just get together and hate a little
We could hate one another
Hate our sisters and brothers in a sea of disunity

Get my fill when the blood spills
Get my fill when the blood spills
Get my fill when the blood spills
Get my freeze with the chill spells
Get my thrills with the cheers feel
I get my thrills with the tears' fills
The glass breaks
Shivers up and down my spine and I'm feeling fine
I'm feeling fine, the time is mine

Spending time to time getting my fill
And all the bells ring inside my head
Alarms going on and off
All fucked up
All messed up

Open my eyes, too much breathing
Too much of that fucking dirty air
Makes me talk shit
Makes me live shit
Makes me wanna kiss the ground, better than kissing you
Dirt girl, in that dirt dress

What's up that dirt dress?
What's up that dirt dress?
Ain't nothing but a bunch of trash
Ain't nothing but a bunch of trash
Ain't nothing but a bunch of trash

Ain't nothing but a bunch of trash, but you seem to have me quite interested
Quite interested
I think I'll walk your way, I think I'll say your name
I think I'll come over to your house
Mmm, got something for me?
Got something for me?

I'm the man among men walking tall with a plan
You can send it around the world, you can hold it in your hand
You can bring it on home, I'm Armageddon man, girl
Armageddon man, girl
Armageddon man, girl

And I want the whole world
I want the whole world
I want the whole world
I wanna make this place a better place
Send my shovel and face
Everywhere

A statue of my effigy
They erected a slum in my name
Henry Rollins memorial slum
Henry Rollins memorial pit
Got a grave with my name
Got a grave that always looks the same
Through the eyes of a fuckin' bug



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Lawrence Garfield, Gregory Regis Ginn
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