little boy born in a subway station
mom and dad gonna put him on a train
shot a cap gun at the United Nations
here come the fuzz, gonna carry him away
here come the fuzz get out your gun kick out the bedroom door and I’ll run through the night ready to die ’til you wonder why you never see me anymore
Caroline come from a good education 22 years just to whittle down her brain
government siren of sweet abbreviation
here come that little boy just to blow it all away
here come the fuzz get out your gun kick out the classroom door and I’ll run through the night ready to die ’til you wonder why you never see me anymore
don’t you wish you could be the salt of the sea not a trophy for all that has been and will be
when you’re born onto stilts you don’t stand on your feet
handsome man like a little island nation
bears the brand of the riddle in his brain
“Can’t you find just a little consolation?”
“that’s what I’m in the middle of” he sang
don’t you wish you could be the salt of the sea not a trophy for all that has been and will be
when you’re born onto stilts you don’t stand on your feet
Introspective pop songs with transcendent melodies offer a joyful meditation on staying present in a world that often moves too fast. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2023