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Broadways

all down the streets the signs read cheaper and better technology this capitalist vision is my nightmare, put up a sign in my face what the fuck happened

i wait for my friends to get off work and stand and smoke and a crazy man sits next to me looking down at a pile of his broken dreams and he won't even

I woke up the other day walked out to blue suburban skies, skies filled with dreams and butterflies and i wondered to myself how do I fit in this game

let's go down to the lake and take a swim in toxic waste i dive in the buildings, soar so high i cannot see the sky there's something strange about this

Third graders holding hands Indians And Pilgrims celebrating newfound lands They tried to teach me that at school Make the white man look superior, it

you've been down for so long the world can really do that to a kid but you cant dwell on that shit gotta make the world the best you can there's no reason

the sky seemed far away i tried to make sense of a thoughtless day no disappointments stale words always know what to say i took a train to olympia and

wasted, passed out on the kitchen floor another week gone by and i haven't been dreaming blacked out and i can't remember exactly what i did last night

stormy seas closing in american society will never be the same again do you remember what it means to be free? do you remember when theft was the only