Olmstead Songtext
von Native Son

Have you yet to
Become a villain
Do some evil
Rule the world
Have you ever
Walked the ceiling
Felt the stucco
On your heel?

Become the man

Would you ever
Accept the mission
A planned collision
A silver band
A competition
Of right decisions
Who put the pistol
In your hand?


A small ambition
A road of middles
A growing head pain
A bigger plan

Become the man
Become the-

I took a ride
Down the center
I traced the time with my hands
I rapped a line up to the moon
There goes that howling beast again
You renounced
And relinquished
How it burns to be the sand

See the mission
In the start

See the mission
Sitting at the bar

Pree the distant below