I was born in West L.A. To a world all gone astray Still the prettiest place right next to Disneyland But any good was gone as we fought the devils spawn Half the time we never even knew it. You can’t call out the Invisible man Until you take a stand.
Let him know that his filthy time is over. Warriors on their knees Is what this battle needs Remember that with you and God we’ll make it.
As I grew life made no sense No logic to recompense The ones in charge were empty-headed losers Bad was good and No meant yes As young men marched to their deaths In battles that our leaders planned on losing.
You can’t call out the Invisible man Until you take a stand. Let him know that his filthy time is over. Warriors on their knees Is what this battle needs Remember that with you and God we’ll make it.
At thirty-five one day I awoke in disarray To see the many, many children missing, Stolen across the land To service the leaders command Loved ones panicked with their hear
