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Current song lyrics
Desolate and without purpose<br />radiating from so many septic sources<br />forming the fabric of a wayward people<br />disappearing as the vestiges of our past<br />Scratched like tartan into virgin soil<br />a substrate for progress and disarray<br />a spreading network of broken dreams<br />searching for a thoroughfare to take us away<br />Just a little tale from the streets of america (say a little prayer)<br />sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria<br />trenchant, weary native sons<br />step back<br />and see the damage done<br />meander to the horizon (shoot straight to the horizon)<br />the streets of america<br />Black, tarred concrete<br />pine for me<br />lying domant<br />for you and country<br />hardened surface<br />cracked within<br />catch the sweat<br />from off the chin<br />Of men and women<br />senior and child<br />who look to you<br />and your sterile miles<br />and in their stares<br />is bald dismay<br />for what you promised<br />led them astray<br /><br />Hard-cracked, daunting, lifeless veins<br />false hope corridors to greener pastures is all that remains
New song lyrics
Desolate and without purpose<br />radiating from so many septic sources<br />forming the fabric of a wayward people<br />disappearing as the vestiges of our past<br />Scratched like tartan into virgin soil<br />a substrate for progress and disarray<br />a spreading network of broken dreams<br />searching for a thoroughfare to take us away<br />Just a little tale from the streets of america (say a little prayer)<br />sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria<br />trenchant, weary native sons<br />step back<br />and see the damage done<br />meander to the horizon (shoot straight to the horizon)<br />the streets of america<br />Black, tarred concrete<br />pine for me<br />lying domant<br />for you and country<br />hardened surface<br />cracked within<br />catch the sweat<br />from off the chin<br />Of men and women<br />senior and child<br />who look to you<br />and your sterile miles<br />and in their stares<br />is bald dismay<br />for what you promised<br />led them astray<br /><br />Hard-cracked, daunting, lifeless veins<br />false hope corridors to greener pastures is all that remains
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