A genie working on a 9 to 5 Faces telling him to stay alive Oh no, no! It is the freakiest show Their devils sleeping under their bed But they've got him on house arrest Oh, why Are we so eager to try?
Don't mistake me for misunderstanding that you had it bad Just like your dress this predicament is just a fad
Hey, little gender-****** Watch for return to sender Make sure you're by the coast That's where they'll love you the most No time for entitlement Your words are sentient Trade a board for a pen We don't need no citizen
I got a secret I want you to spread it Play them anything Show us something
A kid jumped off of the rooftops To make his way safely to the candy shop Oh, how Do people notice a house? The wise fool begged in the biggest square They put him in the alley and they listened there Oh, when Did they do the "paper-bend"?
Don't mistake me for misunderstanding that you had it all This crass crusade will surely stop at the nearest shopping mall
Here comes the space heater With a 9 millimetre People say he's colour blind Who's court, his or mine? The joke from the chieftain Is that he's a Bohemian Who you are is never born Gotta start out forlorn
I got a secret I want you to spread it Dance in the streets Trust your heartbeat
If you are deaf, well, we all feel what we've gotta say
in the air I breathe, dust stirs and old men stare kick the concrete in my way but don’t cry in public!
sidewalk stale trash smells creep up from below
children yell and the elderly saunter space full of lungs and shouts and smoke and thoughts
there is firm and fatal there is passing and translucent wafts of fresh bread, intimate eye contact, the jump of your heart it all passes and soon too the city passes and all that’s left is this limp air daring you to keep on living
In an empty parking lot On a summer night after rain The lights inject their orange Into the lakes and rivers That flow between the white stripes Of the dark, pockmarked plain
Down from the black vault The breeze that followed the rain Chases the humidity from my lungs My nose is clean, I breathe joyfully Petrichor finds me even here In this man-made wasteland
The witching hour passes, witnessed By none but me, it seems But then, a hiss of tires, a flash of headlights A purring engine rolls up beside me A door opens, shoes hit the ground with a splash A body pulls itself up and out It’s you
This is about what it will feel like to meet my future spouse. Standing all alone, and then - they're here!