Underneath a colored sky of eyelids,
I will lay upon my back and say
I'm sorry for the ladies that live through this.
What can we do but keep getting higher?
We're taking them drugs to keep from the liars.
No one ever said it would be this packed with shit.
All the white man keep the rabbit in the bag with it.
The blessed and the doomed shake hands in triumph.
Knowing they were equal all the while.
And some one robbed this country of it's questions.
Do you mind being left outside of it all?
Artist: Quicksilver Messenger Service
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Artist: Graham Parker