I just got out of bed, its like 12:45, I can’t clear my mind,
I keep hearing your voice, from the other night,
I felt your emotion, I wanted to stay and drink.
Life these days is getting so hard,
What I takes to raise a family,
It takes too much from a man.
Brother I feel Ya!

There is craziness everywhere, nothing like when we were kids,
I wonder, how much more we will take?
Gas is a joke and milks just as high.
The Have’s pretend its ok, they’re all getting by.
Are they really that blind, can they not see?
So many starve everyday, livin’ on the street
Wouldn’t take much really, one job loss, yeah that could be you and me.
They never take note, everything’s cozy at home,
They don’t have to worry bout the basic things,
No third job to pay the heat bill for them.

I think about things like stock piling food, packing emergency bags and growing my own.
Survivalist times, underground bunkers and an arsenal too,
Its frightening how really unprepared we are.
Look at average Joe, how do you think he will do?
Imagine New Orleans on a nation wide scale.
Man we are screwed.

Dreams of war we have never known,
Living life the really hard way,
A battle to survive each and every day
First terror and chaos, visions come to me,
A distorted Mad Max, not so science fiction anymore.

Now I am not sure what words got me all choked up.
It was late that night, and I was drinking too,
I do know however, as a tear slipped from my eye
All I could think was Brother I feel Ya.

I talk to people, listen to strangers,
More are starting to see, it’s only gonna get worse,
We’re all gonna break.
I wonder if we will riot over the price of oil,
Or chase off bill collectors with machetes’.
We gotta keep our heads, take care of our families,
Educate ourselves and learn to survive
Self defense and home defense deserve some thought…

I get angry, waiting for a change, it wells up inside,
Peak oil some say.
I’ve always seen it as the fall of society,
The end of the world, As We Know It, Whatever it is, BRING it on
Its gotta be better than this volunteer slavery.

We can’t yet go off bare chested and half cocked.
Doing it alone, now, would be effort in vain.
Man, you gotta have an army, and a visible enemy
No, now is not quiet the time, if ever, will it be.