Intifada Driving School

I saw you off far away
In my sights, in my sights, in my sights
Could have shot you right through the head
But I’ll drive and I’ll drive and I’ll drive

In the middle of these times
They say are better than ever
Well, I just feel nothing tonight

I am the sting of the past
I am the sound of uprising
Follow the path of these busted out streetlights
Ignore the sound of the sirens

I saw you off far away
In my sights, in my sights, in my sights
Could have shot you right through the head
But I’ll drive and I’ll drive and I’ll drive

We hate you too
Because our streets are broken and busted
We hate you too
Because our streets are broken and busted

In the middle of these times
They say are better than ever
Well, I just feel nothing tonight

In a world pitching right
For what seems like forever
Does your privilege seem harder to fight