Gatsbys American Dream - Me and Ed Loyce lyrics

rate me

The vagrant on my corner who is speaking to birds

is as crazy as the commute on their way home from work

well hey ya'll! Let's get apocalyptic!

We need to be just so damn apocalyptic!

We're all down to get down. Down down to get down

If on our knees will be the lead to the top of the food chain

Let foxes dig holes in the stations

Ain't this such a grand new dark age!

Why shouldn't they believe that their homes just an Asbury park!

In the opposing hand were bulky two inch thick

overlapping pages of white paper

Whose flawless black print in a comparison

to our chewed nails was much fucking smaller

No one around here ever seems to notice the

moutains awaiting out easy

But the carrot is within reach!

The carrot is within reach!

so we've got to get down just to get down

and we keep on tracking the beast

so do you hear the tune of a thousand trampled streets they sing me off to sleep

where I am chased by stampeding machines

only to awake to give into the chase all again