Meet Me In St. Louis
Come To New York,There Were Fewer Murders Last Year
Just like father, just like your old manA nasty piece of work how dare youBurn my house down right in front of meAt 2 am at 15,000 feet, Japan lights up like a circuit boardSmash and grabSet plaster of Paris personalitiesThere's thumbprints on my eyes so shake your fist at meStay in your homesFingers crossed broken fingers crossedYour telephone is always switched offIt would be pinstripes and tracksuits onlyThe soldiers would tape off the cityNo one would ever find meI'd be part of the furnitureI'm wet behind the ears, but you all look guilty to meEveryones a suspect, just admit itStay in your homesI'm in, with my shoes and socks off hereSat waiting for justice in orchestrated mayhem, here with my broken fingers crossedStill small flowers crack motorways,and buildings built to harbour character assassinations, just like father, just like fatherPlease seek assistanceSmash and grab
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