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Bright Eyes - Light Pollution lyrics
johnny hopson was a good man he used to loan me books and mic stands he even got me a subscription to the socialist review listening to records in his basement old folk songs about the government it's love of money not the market he said "these fuckers push on you" and freedom yells it don't cry whatever sells will decide but there's no hell when you die so don't look so worried he got a nightlife, lost his dayjob pushing paper, swinging pendulums anything to serve a function or to occupy some time you gotta earn this living somehow you're good as dead without a bank account but it's funny how alive he felt down in that unemployment line with all that trash at his feet the pools of piss in the street all of that filthy empathy for the way we're feeling the billboards shade the flags they wave the anthem was playing loud the baseball game was lettin' out and all at once he saw the dust and heard every tiny sound got in his truck and turned around drove out through the crowd and the cops drove out past that center mall drove out past that sickening sprawl out past that fenced in gold and maybe he lost control fuckin' with the radio but i bet the stars seemed so close at the end at the end at the end at the end at the end |
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