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Titus Andronicus

In A Big City

 

In A Big City

(album: Local Business - 2012)


I grew up on one side of the river
I was a disturbed dangerous drifter
Moved over to the other side of the river
Now I'm a drop in a deluge of hipsters
Something a guy from the first side said
To die in a cipher city to a cinder
Male or female
Beggars still the only ones calling me mister

And some of my dreams are coming true (true)
And some of the smoke from the other room is seeping through (through)
And some other ghost in another tomb is screaming too, too, too, too

Black hole, open up wide
Your lost son is coming inside
Spaceship or a lifeboat
Put me out, coach, I'm ready to float
Who would fardels bear to grunt and sweat
'Neath a life that was so mundane
And what would you expect from a guy like me
On a day such as Monday

When I know life begins at the moment of consumption (shun)
So taxing on the dollars and the sense of deduction (shun)
And every cent I ever earned, I spent and I would again

It's easy turning me on, I'm nearly a robot
I've been building bombs, bombs between beers and blow jobs
Lifeless automaton feeling like a ghost
I don't know much, but I know which side's buttered on my toast
From Jersey I come, but I pump my own gas
I'm a dirty bum, but I wipe my own ass
If your chasing any other kinds of currency, son
You're really doing little more than twiddling your thumbs, oh

done

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