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I got a friend who says the end is nearthere ain't no time to hold backand he's feeling good today might smoke the whole packeight fifteen and we're waiting for the busthen Jake tells me he ain't waiting for nothingmissed too muchall the running and franticness for who for what?he said I don't get them folks, they just fit like spokes, I just drift like smokeso to the breeze I go, flow like them concrete roads, roll, I just do my thingI cleared my throat and said okay but knowwhat you throweverything boomerangshe said save the ten cent zen-isms for thedopes in the circus tenttime is the only thing permanent and its looking late my friendso here we are surviving in the city's vacant endswhere the wild things are and the pavement endswe say come what may one hundred percenthere we are looking lost todaytrying to find our waylet me tell you about the joy and the hurtand the feeling of being washed awayyou could swear the whole world's a stageanother day in the masqueradeyou can see both sides of their faceSongtextea day short and a dollar latehere we are looking lost todaytrying to find our waylet me tell you about the joy and the hurtand the feeling of being washed awaythe way the ache permeatesits sink or syncopatei walk with you, you walk with meyou won't find what you want but you'llfind what you needhard land, heartland, speeding the plowgrinding all day cops beating him downbig dreams someday he's going toreach new groundbut he's smoking all day to even him outwe greet with a pound he's like what up ockten to ten I'm up and down this blockI said why you let them rocks weigh downyour socksthen he looked at me and stoppedhe said look at the ants doing the downtown danceI vowed to God I'd never bow like thatthis is what was left for mecall it entropy, glamorized relentlesslythis is what the white kids love to buybut they turn a blind eye to the ugly sideno help I've mouths to feedbut you know, die on your feet onlive on your kneesit's like a jungle sometimes, see how thejackals can hide?they even shackled our minds,we grab the saddles and rideon stitch at a time, make a wing from anickel and dimeside by side until we finally arrivehere we are looking lost todaytrying to find our waylet me tell you about the joy and the hurtand the feeling of being washed awayyou could swear the whole world's a stageanother day in the masqueradeyou can see both sides of their facea day short and a dollar latehere we are looking lost todaytrying to find our waylet me tell you about the joy and the hurtand the feeling of being washed awaythe way the ache permeatesits sink or syncopatei walk with you, you walk with meyou won't find what you want but you'llfind what you needten pm, whistle blowing, the day is growing darkI met the homegirl SKS o the bridge at Loring Parkwe stayed up late drinking, smoking,talking backwardslaughing under a moon of alabasterlooking at downtown smilingthat bright battleship on the horizonwe talked about dying, legacy, infamy,abandoned industryfeeling strangled, peoples angleswe spoke on angels, heaven and hellwhile the church across the park rangits twelve o'clock bellsand she sighed to herself, another day in the veldtpulled the dagger from her hip and turned it inscratched another notch in the crackedleather on her beltshe took a pull of whiskey and said I'll playthe hand I'm dealtand I'm going to get there you know,even if I have to put the feathers on myselfside by side one stitch at a time until we find it, over that linewe go side by side one stitch at a time until wefind it, over that linehere we are looking lost today, trying tofind our waylet me tell you about the joy and the hurt andthe feeling of being washed awaywashed away, washed away, washed away but we're on our way Aus Songtexte Mania