Perpetrating counter culture she is walking through the park
First light ugly and more muscular than the dark
Pushing poems at the urban silence, drawing portraits of the passers-by
Sitting on the curb, combining traffic sounds
Getting dirty looks and dirty jeans on the dirty ground
She says I can't figure out what kind of life this is
Comedy or tragedy I just know it's show biz
And what if I don't agree with the lines I have to read
They don't pay me enough, the way I see it
Freedom and democracy, that's the word from Washington every day
The Americat's asleep with warm milk and cliches
And people are expendable along the way
Your dollar is dependable, what more can we say
Would you like some dog coffee?
It's all that we've got, you can have some
You can have not, would you like some dog coffee?
It's all that we've got, we're taking care of big business

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