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Oh, the heaving subway stops and spits me
In the throes, it all flows above ground
We scatter like marbles spilled from a sack
Down paths of increased loneliness
And in the darkness of my quiet street
Invisible shrinking liberty
Where coronaries plant their seeds
In the fissures of anonymity
And the relative comfort of fresh clean sheets
Groping for sleep but the reels they just wonât cease
And at the casting call anger says this part is in the bag
Itâs true â Iâm coursing inside you, too
The dayâs arguments turn to fantasies of words that failed
To come out of me
Iâve stood in the crowd and tried slogans in my mouth
To test the fit, I tasted a hint
Of teargas, but hey, thatâs alright
I could close my eyes and imagine that it might
All flow above ground
And at the casting call anger says this part is in the bag
Itâs true â Iâm coursing inside you, too
Oh the coup dâétat of the fraternity
And endless fantasy football on T.V.
Drive the pledges to the lake
In the trunk and suffocate
Through the dirt humiliate and
Get away, get away, get away with
Paralyzed and amputated
Paralyzed and amputated
Paralyzed
- Album:
- Off You Go
- There Is No Road