Light Pollution Lyrics - Digital Ash In A Digital Urn - Bright Eyes

John A. Hobson was a good man 

He used to loan me books and mic stands 

He even got me a subscription 

To the Socialist Review 

Listening to records in his basement 

Old folk songs about the government 

It's love of money not the market 

He said these fuckers push on you 

And freedom yells, it don't cry 

Whatever sells will decide 

But there's no hell when you die 

So don't look so worried 

He got a night life, lost his day job 

Pushing papers, swinging pendulums 

Anything to serve a function 

Or to occupy some time 

You gotta earn this living somehow 

You're good as dead without a bank account 

But it's funny how alive he has felt down 

In that unemployment line 

With all that trash at his feet 

The pools of piss in the street 

All of that filthy empathy 

For the way we're feeling 

Don't worry 

Don't worry 

Don't worry 

The billboards shade 

The flags they wave 

The anthem's playing loud 

The baseball game was letting out 

And all at once 

You saw the dust and heard 

Every tiny sound 

Got in his truck and turned around 

Drove out through the crowd and the cops 

Drove out past that center mall 

Drove out past that sickening sprawl 

Out past that fenced in gold 

And maybe he lost control 

Fucking with the radio 

But I bet the stars seem so close 

At the end 

At the end 

At the end 

At the end 

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