Il testo della Matchbook poets

On the back of a pack of matches, i wrote a letter today. with a bottle of kerosene, i toast to the bourgeoisie. tonight, they say everything's gonna be okay. tonight, they say, everything's gonna be alright... yeah right. not-so-silent weapons for not-so-quiet wars. still feels like i'm on trial. still got my name on file. i carve notes like votes on a cinderblock. matchbook poets, you know we leave paper trails like coffin nails. on the back of a pack of matches, i wrote a letter today. on the back of a pack of matches, i wrote my eulogy.