This is not a parable This is a terrible This is a terrible thing Yes I will rhyme that after.. after all I?ve done today I have earned my wings It happened
Hey baby This is not a challenge It just means that I don?t love you as much as I always said I did I was wrong I have been laughable wrong Sandpaper,
an alligator Climbing up the escalator Climbing up the escalator I feel strong I feel like an aviator pilot Thinks you wouldn't buy it I'm feeling
Yeah Hey Yeah I know With the walk (walk) And the woods (woods) And the subterfuge (fuge) There's an old look bitter and blue While I'm nothing
Walk it back Walk it back Walk it back What, what would you Have had me say Instead of what I said Where, where would I go How could I follow that Except
me down down down down down Help me off to sleep And take me deep again We live and dream about our heroes I listened closely and I said "I'm not
The kids have a new take a new take on faith pick up the pieces get carried away i came home to city half erased i came home to face what we faced this
I would dare you, but I know I don't need to You're going to do just what you want to You're going to take the leavings here at the fairground You're
, the gospel according to who? I lay right down. All your sad and lost apostles hum my name and flare their nostrils Choking on the bones you toss to them Well I'm
Feels circus left the stakes a broken ropes useless mug The ties that bind, ha ha I can be bad poet Street poet Shit poet Kind poet too Subway Almost
Everybody here Comes from somewhere But they would just as soon forget and disguise At the summer camp where you volunteered No one saw your face, no
If the storm doesn't kill me the government will I've got to get that out of my head It's a new day today and the coffee is strong I've finally got some
dance-floor like you just don't care Look at what I've found Everybody look around Everybody looking like they just don't care, oh Give me the sound Well I'm
The battle's been lost, the war is not won An addled republic, a bitter refund The business first flat earthers licking their wounds The verdict is dire
it's ready to explode Accelerate to make it slow Make it go Accelerate to make it slow Make it go I'm incomplete I'm incomplete I'm incomplete.
It feels in dreams That everything is there for you The city breathes and pulses It's for you electron blue I knew that you could see right through it
big as your battles. Rattle my cage with your shadow. I'm a phantom-weight with a mouth full of feathers, Don't you know that what comes around goes around? I'm
Mr. Richards, your position Is a messenger pigeon Left behind you when the camp moved on. We thought that you would listen But the words had never crystallized