Nowadays they are called "Progressive Wars" So seen near ARABIA CROATIA and BOSNIA Politicians preach with their greatest pride The last thing we need
Sitting around, no work today Try pacing to keep awake Laying around, no school today Just drink until the clock has circled all the way It is late afternoon
: Hey, put that down! Art: What are you doin', man? Don: SILENCE, you fools! Don't you believe in PROGRESS? Bunk: Take that progress and stick it under
[Guitar solo from City Of Tiny Lights Santa Monica Civic Auditorium December 11, 1980 engineer: George Douglas FZ lead guitar Steve Vai rhythm guitar
of progress You make me smile again (the fake sound of progress) You make me smile again (the fake sound of progress) You make me smile again (the fake sound of progress
me, tryna be complete. (Oh just like, just like me)(Tryna be complete) Just understand we're all just a work in progress. (Just understand we're all a work in progress
(Fisher / Reid) I sat me down to write a simple story which maybe in the end became a song In trying to find the words which might begin it I found these
got left behind The gap has been expanded in just days, you still don?t take it serious take the world for granted, still stuck in your own truth! Progression
saignent Dans la vie on progresse Les defis on releve Lirisystem, Sheryfa On s'battera tant qu'on est la Avec nos tripes et nos voix On taf, on y croit Dans la vie on progresse
they not have their way with using the name of progression if it was real progression greed would not dictate our souls if it was real progression
cold Though you wish You had the answer The question is always untold Always on hold What's in the mirror What do you see It's a logical progression
?t ask me any questions Just let the pen make a natural progression If it?s okay don?t ask me any questions, Just let the pen make a natural progression
How did we end up in this position? In a world decayed by corruption? How did generations let them decide? They call it progress, we call it mistakes
come now on a dark star Seeing demons, not what we are Tiny minds and eager hands Will try to strike but now will end today There's progress now Where
Down, down, let your crazy out Boys go crazy over you Grip like a New York window cleaner Just staring at you Youth don't leave me, hair stay on me God
Oh no, turning into cannibals and everything That she wants is made out of minerals I don't know what I done, she only speaks in subliminals The reception
There's a little animal, way up in the air My nose and tongue are roving, but maybe it's not there There's a little man now, in the middle of the earth