Half-Empty Bottle
The ends don't always justify the means,But I know what it takes to get what I need,I've got the cure when passive protest just won't doJust flick my Bic as I hold it to the fuseSmash it upBreak it downBring it down, down to the groundTear it upBurn it downBurn it down, down to the groundHow long have we waited for the dayWhen they tighten their gripsAnd we slip away?The sound of breaking glass drives me back upIt makes me whole, when I've been down on my luck