I talk of freedom. you talk of the flag. I talk of revolution. you'd much rather brag. and as the decibels of this disenchanting. discourse continue to dampen the day.
Yeah I found god. And he was absolutely nothin' like me. He showed me up like some dime-store hooker. Who was plain to see. I couldn't take it anymore so I went back.
Battle flag in the bassinet. Oil and blood on the bayonet. Crowded downtown, hit the floor. . What are we fighting for?. What are we fighting for?. . The world got smaller but the bombs got bigger.
I was wrong. we are not these bodies alone. in a dream with a mind of its own. I, I know you long. to be tethered and tied to the heart of the one. the one that be layin' you down.
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Come on baby, leave some change behind. She was a bitch, but I don't care. She brought our food out on time. And wore a funky barrette in her hair. . Come on baby, leave some change behind.
"these faces have fallen here before. tired and blue. a light that bleeds unforgiving shadows. her olive eyes repeat failure in every glare. a failure that mirrors itself with a foreign stare.
I thought I'd move to Sydney. To get a little piece. Of the city life they talk about. In the nineties.. Where everyone I meet. Don't want to know my name.
When the waitress is sliding down the wall. You can see her chest rise and fall. Her mascara runnin' thin. And the pay phone is swinging against the wall.