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When did the world drive you mad You angel, caveman, protégé Surrounded by cardboard and insensitivity Who told you your worth was determined By riding above your painted tires? **** the mockingbirds Stay in your beautiful garbage world Surfs ablaze, ocean waves swallow the buildings And Bennie brought the jets, gliding in armored cars Did you open your tequila factory up there? I'll make sure to ask the tour guide Or get a road map, when I get there (Your head met your hands in a way only you could understand)
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Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 7:41 PM UTC
Painted Tires
When did the world drive you mad You angel, caveman, protégé Surrounded by cardboard and insensitivity Who told you your worth was determined By riding above your painted tires? **** the mockingbirds Stay in your beautiful garbage world Surfs ablaze, ocean waves swallow the buildings And Bennie brought the jets, gliding in armored cars Did you open your tequila factory up there? I'll make sure to ask the tour guide Or get a road map, when I get there (Your head met your hands in a way only you could understand)
Inspired by Basquiat
lucy-tonic
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Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 7:41 PM UTC
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