sick and tired of the local yokels, coming down on you
for living your life
every time you make a play you turn around and their in your face
I say it aint right
time to run
you're sanity's under the gun
Out in a place that gives you nothin'
kills you if you're doin something thats worthwhile
but you know that there's no other place
you're trapped inside mankind
cant find your style
what a drag
your liberty's blind bound and gagged

Life aint so easy when you're uncle's name is Sam
cause if you live up under his roof
he will enslave you with demands
kinda wonder if the story
has unfolded like its plan
long ago
home sweet home

Well my eyes have seen the glory
of the comming of the age
you know they say that things change
children play with weapons
while adults engage in games of fantasy
its so strange
what you gonna do
the finger is pointed at you
(and me too)
Live aint so easy when your uncles name is Sam
cause if you live up under his roof
he's gonna enslave you with all his funky plans
and you wonder if the story
every came back from Viet Nam
long ago
Home Sweet-

great write, as always