Monday, March 30, 2009

We Pass The Fast Food Jungle 06/5/95

We pass the fast food jungle
We drive and listen in
Because something's happening
somewhere
The sad and sooty buildings
are washed with dirty rain
I eat food I didn't make
We're hanging on the hurricane branch
We're hanging on the hurricane branch
I wish to god that we could have another chance
We're hanging on the hurricane branch

They're fixing games they're fixing games
They're taking names
We talk with kings and syntax
We fly and still complain
And if its true I'd rather walk
Those mad and distant howlings
Are now right at your door
Are they to pity or fear?
We're hanging on the hurricane branch
We're hanging on the hurricane branch
I wish to god that we could have another chance
We're hanging on the hurricane branch

The wind blows we shift and dance
Gloria rolled over this little town
A couple of years ago
She left her mark on this here tree
The one I'm hanging from don't you know?
They're fixing games

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