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Angry people shouting curses to the rooftops
Down below the sirens screeching right along
Behold the city in its steel cacophony, yeah
Singing loud and strong her psycho song

That's right son, go for your gun
This one
Is not the mark you sought to find
You swept aside every single last portion of our pride but
You can't take my peace of mind
No way to steal what's there for free
I know you long to fill the hole you have inside
You won't get the dirt from me

Red yellow green recycle rhythm to the madness
Rolling space bubbles jockey freedom out of sight
Discordant harmonies that permeate the daytime
Down dirty hijinks that humidify the night

That's right son, go for your gun
This one
Is not the mark you sought to find
You swept aside every single last portion of our pride but
You can't take my peace of mind
No way to steal what's there for free
I know you long to fill the hole you have inside
You won't get the dirt from me

And so it goes, yeah
Sometimes you feel it from your head down to your toes
It's not a question you like to think about
Seems easier to rip than earn
But your bootie's gonna burn
You never learn
That's right son, go for your gun
This one
Is not the mark you sought to find
You swept aside every single last portion of our pride
To fill that hole you have inside

You can't take my peace of mind
No way to steal what's there for free
I know you long to fill the hole you have inside
You won't get the dirt from me

You can't take my peace of mind
No way to steal what's there for free
I know you long to fill the hole you have inside
You won't get the dirt from me