lines in a hurry

and i think its almost over
but it hasnt quite begun
and i thought you would be lower
but your higher than than the sun
and they talk about the changes
but nothings gettin' done
and they talk of peace and love
while there hand is on the gun
so we whisper to eachother
be careful of your brother
there is a war inside his head
and your the target he has bread
dont run you better walk slow
blend in easy and tighten up your bow
they like to eat strawberries
with chocolate drizzled over
they prefer it over cherries
which is so ordinary
john smith says he has a say
but he cant get uncle sam to look his way
so instead he turns away
and forever forgets the good 'ol days
the lines of coke bleed through there pores
smoke rings disperse as they close the doors
talking of nothing and everything, too
churches and cults take over you see
as the new leaders to follow
but they cant seem to bleed
where did you go, will you be back soon
im sure you will
you know im waiting here too