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Scenes of the city Rushing by electric Feeling nothing Just for the fun of it Form to fit Fit to a form Pen is out of ink Help me in my weakness I just don't think I can beat this Liquor stores and Gas stations Pouring out our vice filled fantasies From both ends Rain is pouring Wind is roaring Cities swallowed up Were screaming out, "No more! No More!" The sea that is our politics Misinform and confuse the public Promises and mistakes Have been made, yet hope Is on the horizon Divided we stand As a true American family band Where the rent is cheap I'll be living this burden Where the food tastes weary Road sides no longer able to carry The traveler's broke, tired, and disgraced Our adventures broadcasted On the 4 o'clock news While the clubs play their blues And the junkies deep inside their alleys Pick there eyebrows and use Ill lit and Lonesome Tonight No one Around Wine gnats buzz Around my hands and head Night is around She always is What an honor I feel To have such Wonderful gifts Other man's codes blow in From an unseen snow storm Stay true to your own life Do not lay down your own word So to prevent disillusioned strife For each gift granted Should be respected And never slanted
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Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 4:52 PM UTC
Scenes of a City
Scenes of the city Rushing by electric Feeling nothing Just for the fun of it Form to fit Fit to a form Pen is out of ink Help me in my weakness I just don't think I can beat this Liquor stores and Gas stations Pouring out our vice filled fantasies From both ends Rain is pouring Wind is roaring Cities swallowed up Were screaming out, "No more! No More!" The sea that is our politics Misinform and confuse the public Promises and mistakes Have been made, yet hope Is on the horizon Divided we stand As a true American family band Where the rent is cheap I'll be living this burden Where the food tastes weary Road sides no longer able to carry The traveler's broke, tired, and disgraced Our adventures broadcasted On the 4 o'clock news While the clubs play their blues And the junkies deep inside their alleys Pick there eyebrows and use Ill lit and Lonesome Tonight No one Around Wine gnats buzz Around my hands and head Night is around She always is What an honor I feel To have such Wonderful gifts Other man's codes blow in From an unseen snow storm Stay true to your own life Do not lay down your own word So to prevent disillusioned strife For each gift granted Should be respected And never slanted
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ashby-brown
Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 4:52 PM UTC
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