Ash and palm, burnt black, caked to my forehead, For
So it's true: 1989 really is that far away and
Once thought I could easily impart some beginner's knowledge to
Miles 'tween and what I'll see yet, but I still
I awoke so invincible the state indivisible hasn't had the
Well, it was all roses and wine circa 1999. Back
Cast out with the first of winter. Coldest night since
Keep time to the beat of walls coming down, three
I've been falling harder with this city's decline.And I know
Here we are; another school night proclamation of the greater
Damned by the wars we wage to a similar fate
Burn out these eyes eyes until we scream"enough!" Such is
I'm calling all intellectuals and other traitors;Rousers of the rabble
Where there's no smoke,We've been burned alive, hearing two-cent mind
Hey brother can you spare about a half a quart
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