Bad Stuff
Fading Spirits and Hopeful Romantics: Free Energy's 'Bad Stuff' Tale
Lyrics
Last ditch effort to communicate
Last-ditch attempt to communicate
If you hear my voice, then it might not be too late
If you can hear my voice, there might still be time
You feel my heart that we're tied by fate
You sense the connection between us, bound by destiny
Well, come on, come on, you can't understand it
A plea for understanding despite difficulties
The battle city on a Friday night, all right
Describing a city in chaos on a Friday night
The lonely people don't know that we're alive
Others unaware of our existence
And well, the city swears that it lies
The city seems deceitful or untruthful
So come on, come on, hopeful romantics
Calling out to those hopeful in love
The streets are dark and all the buildings burned
Describing a desolate and destroyed urban landscape
They were the only sign that we'd lived on this earth
Buildings were the only proof of our existence
They only fought cause they never learned
Conflict arose due to a lack of understanding love
How to love like the spirit is faded
People unable to love as their spirit has faded
Their minds are sick, their empty eyes are red
People mentally unwell with empty, red eyes
Oh yeah, their hearts are heavy, and their hopes are all dead
Heavy-hearted and devoid of hope
The fever grows, and the concrete spreads
Urbanization and its negative impact spreading like an illness
So come on, don't look away, hey, hey, hey
An urging not to turn away from the truth
There come a time when they listen
A repeated assertion about a time when change or understanding will come, but not yet
There come a time when they listen, oh
-There come a time when they listen
-There come a time when it's different, oh
-There come a time when it's different, but not today
Reiteration that change is anticipated but not immediate
There come a time when it's different, oh
-There come a time when it's different, but not today
-A day when it's different, oh
-There come a time when it's different, but not today
Continued hope for change but acknowledging it's not imminent
But not til we'll run and stop
-There come a time when it's different, but not today
-But not til we'll run and stop
-Last ditch effort to communicate
Repeating the last-ditch effort to communicate
If you hear my voice, then it might not be too late
If there's a chance you can hear me, it might not be too late
If you feel my heart, then we're tied by fate
If you sense my emotions, we're connected by destiny
Can you see our hearts leavin'?
Asking if the bond between hearts can be perceived
S.O.S., there's no end in sight
An urgent plea for help with no solution in sight
Good free people, lock your visions up at night
Advice to protect positive thoughts despite challenges
Your sons are dead. Now prepare to fight
A grim warning about the consequences of conflict
Well, there's no consolation
No comfort or solace available
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