I heard a song tonight It made me think of you All the pain the loss of love That's gone from inside You both seem so happy you could cry She says she
Bunk on your ears: sleep on the floor without covering Carry the Banner: walk the streets Day olds: stale bakery goods Fishing: stealing with a stick
Now now I want to see All the skyscrapers and the factories Crumble down to the ground And we'll go walk around and pick Through the wreckage scattered
Hey now I'm laughing at you Cuz you're stomping around, You want everyone to know that you're feeling down. Did you have a bad day? Did you have a bad
I stroked your ego with a lubricant Until you stand erect Instead of your limp guilt trips You should have come with a warrantee Cause talk is cheap
I'm glad you taught your kids my name They scream it as they run away They say it's getting worse out there Let me welcome you to the climate of fear
Wow, look at you You're pathetic It's amusing It's depressing It's amazing Tell everyone You're what you're not And they believe you They proceed to
I walk a crooked twisting path That seems to be leading nowhere I lead a loner's life Not what I meant to do I do what seemed to be The right thing
You screw him over before he can screw you Tell him you don't need him before he says he needs you You lead him on, stringing him along Then put the
I was sitting with a bloody head Outside of X At the Berkeley Square In my proud boy dumbness Half drunk, half sexed, Half conscious Lenny had said, "
Lippold wanted "To create a memorial Something large enough to walk through Like architecture, linear, in pure experience Otherwise nonfunctional" Like
Cold floors, landlords Knocking knocking should we let him in Should we lock the door + throw away the key What should we hide first? Should we Throw
Keeping warm in the nighttime Burning hopes and dreams and even impossible schemes Seem possible, anything's possible, every thing seems so clear When
Yeah we say making changes Starts in the little things you do "Revolution begins at home" But for most of us it ends there, too We're doing something
I want to work to make ideas real Sometimes far-fetched but I still feel That we could try and maybe they Would just work out But you say no, don't even
Well I'm thinking about all the losers Who showed up to make this scene Where did they go when things didn't work out, When they burned out on the streets
Do you know where you're going to Do you like the things that life is showing you Where are you going to Do you know? Do you get what you're hoping