Me And Ed Loyce Lyrics - Gatsby's American Dream

The vagrant on that corner who is speaking to birds 

Is as crazy as the commuters on their way from to work 

Well, hey y'all, I'm gonna get apocalyptic 

And I need it to be just so damn apocalyptic 

We're all down to get down 

Down, down to get down 

If on our knees will be the lead 

To the top of the food chain 

Let the foxes dig holes in the stations 

Ain't this such a grand new dark age? 

Why shouldn't they believe that 

Their home's just an Asbury Park? 

In the opposing hand were bulky two inch thick 

Overlapping pages of white paper 

Whose flawless black print in a comparison 

To our chewed nails was much fucking smaller 

No one around here ever seems to notice 

The mountains awaiting out east 

But that carrot is within reach, that carrot is within reach 

So we gotta get down, down just to get down 

And we keep on tracking the beast 

Do you hear the tune of a thousand trampled streets? 

They sing me off to sleep 

Where I am chased by stampeding machines 

Only to awake to give into the chase all again and 

Do you hear the tune of a thousand trampled streets? 

They sing me off to sleep 

Where I am chased by stampeding machines 

Only to awake to give into the chase all again