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Cobra Constant Committee Bake Sale lyrics
I ve been falling harder with this city s decline.
And I know I m not getting any smarter.
Every blackened skyline has some failure in mind that rains on down around quitting time.
And we drink in gulps, through sobs and old gridlock;
Trekking for wiles the longest damn street in the world.
And although we re young wide eyed and crooked tongued, we re sick of our streets.
Don t know how to love them.
Concrete s made us stronger because one thing s for sure;
These pop songs don t come easy anymore.
Our mayor s been shooting for the leftist crator.
But that s gone south like town hall jumpers.
Hell, I ll just ask Jane Doe bout all the lengths
One goes to turn up the volume on the neighbourhood screams and shrieks;
To want to paint it red, until the chief is dead and paraded downtown all damn day.
So let them bury me anywhere but home because it s been so long,
I don t care where I m from.
I ve never been homesick as long as I ve walked all alone.
Just let them bury me anywhere but home because it s been so long,
I don t care where I m from.
Though hallowed, still shallow, this ground couldn t keep my ghost down.
Assaults we still permit our poet-politic:
My violet bruises grand as sunsets that we missed?
We re still falling for old talk bout newer mores;
Habourfront circus plans where once we took a stand.
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