Testo Apocalypse Kids - D Generation
Testo della canzone Apocalypse Kids (D Generation), tratta dall'album Nothing Is Anywhere
Apocalypse kids up on suicide hill
Watching the girls playing video games
Working all winter with the wheat paste boys
Stood at the toll gate interstate highway
Pondered the wasteland west of the Hudson
Sirens spinning for the ones who drank too many sodas
Well, my boots never fit me quite right
And they stole my jacket too
And they hung me out to dry for a fistful of change
Sons of the post modern miracles
Lost in the days of the digital
The out of state plates that cloud my mind
We are the ones, born endangered species
Five easy pieces keeping time
We are the dreams with perfect imperfections
Living in the shadows of your lives
Sons of the post modern miracles
Lost to the age of the digital
And out of state plates, that cloud my mind
Slip through the cracks like a criminal
Lost in a pocket full of chemicals
From 7th street to the New York Times
Go nowhere, drift away, drink yourself to sleep
Counting all the secrets that you keep
We are the basement dreamers
We are the sidewalk searchers
We are the midnight creepers, pros and cons
We are the ones born endangered species
Five easy pieces keeping time
Sons of the post modern miracles
Lost to the days of the digital
And the out of state plates crowd my mind
Slip thru the cracks like a criminal
Lost in a pocket full of chemicals
Torn from the pages in my mind
Credits
Writer(s): Jesse F Malin, Daniel Reich
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