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"No Sense"

Some days I wake
And I do look outside
And I don't know what I see
And think the dreams from where I've just come
Must/might be reality
I stand and I do walk
And I do look
But I fall short of making sense
And on days like this I...

On days like this I'm looking at billboards and machines
And commercials on the screens
When the pictures in the trains
Playing games inside the brains of all the people
Who oblige like ants
To advertising syndicates
I look at things/shit like this
And I cannot make no sense of it.

Thinkin' about, thinkin' about, thinkin' about
All the streets that never end
Filled with cars and trucks and parking lots
And fumes that fill my head
And then my mind begins to hurt
It beats inside of me
I look and I do wonder
But I cannot make no sense of it.

It drives me mad hearing all the mobiles that do ring
Seeing kids with phones like dogs with bones
Destruction these things bring
And then I'm sure man must be mad to worship tools like this
Why think of better things
When I cannot make no sense of it?

And I was born in a land where natives they were shamed
And today the government's afraid to recognize the blame
And deal with reconciliation, that does stink
Why think of better things
When I cannot make no sense of it?

On days like this I'm looking at billboards and machines
And commercials on the screens
When the pictures in the trains
Playing games inside the brains of all the people
Who oblige like ants
To advertising syndicates
I look at shit like this
And I cannot make no sense of it.

Thinkin' about, thinkin' about, thinkin' about
All the streets that never end
Filled with cars and trucks and parking lots
And fumes that fill my head
And then my mind begins to hurt
It beats inside of me
I look and I do wonder
But I cannot make no sense of it.

It drives me mad hearing all the mobiles that do ring
Seeing kids with phones like dogs with bones
Destruction these things bring
And then I'm sure man must be mad to worship tools like this
Why think of better things
When I cannot make no sense of it?

And I was born in a land where natives they were shamed
And today the government's afraid to recognize the blame
And deal with reconciliation, that does stink
Oh, why think of better things and why think of better things
Oh, why think of better things, oh, why think of better things
Oh, why think of better things, oh, why think of better things
Oh, why think of better things, oh, why think of better things