Rings And Circles We People Are
Roaming Streets For Those Below Our Stations
Passing Other Turned Crooked Heads
For We Have Seen No Sun Rising
Howl Has Days With Weaks In Them Feeling
Kicks And Tits About, How Can We Sleep
Anger For Hormones With Junkies Up First
Gold Medals Melted To Spoons Dripping Juice
Of The Sex And Ribs That Rise And Fall
Over Others To Get Higher
Howl Why Don't We Call This Light Brigade's
Marching Drums And Overpriced Sailors
I Can Get This Cheaper On Main Street
Without These Hunger Pains Too
The Interzone Was Yesterday's Corner
There's Sootfall There And An Unmoved Corpse
Howl These People Still Congregate
With Pipes And Tattered Manuscripts
Freed Slaves Living By Traffic Lights
Orange You Glad There Is No Chains
Picket Fences Fall Over With Blow
The Wind That Never Lets Us Settle
Howl These People Fifty Years Too Old
Where Else Can They Go With Three Verses
New Specters Walk The Lands Now
Haven't You Heard That Through
Your Wireless That Still Spits San Fran
Or Have You Earned The Right To Change Stations
Howl Bore Children Who's Children Are Dying
They Need A New Voice To Follow
CK
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