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The holes of highway bones are filledBut the tolls of highway loans are billedTo the board of directors of boredom, hereSo I slept outside the worried exitAnd hurried to avoid the decrepitHordes of fallen Lords, I can't afford'em, dearBut overwhelmed is a laughing wordTo say you've taken for granted stillnessOn an ever-moving planetWas the glacier's falling heardWas the crumbling porch's utter realnessMade of ash or made of granite?Oh, I'm so longing for my mama's kissAnd scratching my old lifetime's backThat simpleminded tendernessIs a pity that my searches lackThe graveyard breathes realityBut reality's blurred outside my gateNo matter if I hesitateThe foggy lilac windows comeAnd dumb my number one ambitionSongtexteAnd it's too much repetitionThe south was knee-deep in the weedsAnd I was in a plank-wood parlorEvery flame from every mouth was only worth a dimeFeeling easier to move than shifting reedsI was wearing my times on my collarBut my colors don't get bright in season's timeYour biggest grid did shrink and sinkIn one night's walk of blindnessTo foreign sites where bright lights find you outWhen evolution is extinctAnd lurking is a fossil's kindnessAnd there's no one left under our sun to sign you outAnd the piano strings are damp and deepAnd the honky-tonk is breaking freeAnd the second-grader that you keepBeneath your skin is next to meAh, who likes, who plays these gamesAnd who is clutching to the reins'Cause I scurried open plainsAnd the foggy lilac windows comeAnd dumb my number one ambitionAnd it's too much competitionAnd that bleached canal was rareAnd Ma was thereAnd no one dared to care (about tomorrow)The road is bareI go nowhereAnd all the joy that I'm aware (is food for sorrow)The loft upstairs is unpreparedThe billboard fields are stoned in pairsThe gravel layers and river daresAnd the air is very weary Aus Songtexte Mania