Story Behind The Song

Are you just as fed up as I am? The only thing I could do was write a song...this is it.

Song Description

An Angry Protest Song

Lyrics

Words and Music by Tim Lacy
Autodive

The streets are buzzin’ big time with a fever, no control
Politicians in the White House with Eye’s as black as coal
Well, crack yourself a cold one, kick back and dig the show
I’m getting’ kinda tired, your stories getting’ old
I’m gonna” take a back seat, I ain’t puttin out no more….
You showed us all a good time now I’m showin’ you the door

So, Go away…..Fade away Go away…..fade away

I got the wallet of a poor man, the soul of a king
I got the shoe’s of a pauper, I got this song to sing
I got hands of the working class, I got a heart of gold
Our hungry eyes are stirrin’ for someone who is bold We’re not alone in this wasteland you’re calling poverty
I’m getting mighty tired watchin’ you screwin’ me

So, Go away……Fade away Go away…..Fade away

Come on man, how big is your slice of pie
It’s sounds phony when you tell the truth
Why don’t you call us when you get somewhat real

We’re livin’ in a nightmare but I’m sleeping with a dream
I’m swimming in in a cesspool but I’m bathing in a stream
Come down here off your high horse the trips inside your head
We’re rockin’ to a new beat let it rock you off the bed

I’ll put a little makeup where the scars get kinda deep
Someday you’re gonna’ wake up from your daylight walkin sleep

And, Fade away……Go away Fade away……Go Away