Ted Leo & The Pharmacists - 2nd Ave, 11 AM lyrics

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Out of your personal scripture, philomel, she comes.<br />

You sing songs to everyone about love and law and guns.<br />

But paint a dirtier picture,<br />

And i think you know the one: you're not saving anyone.<br />

You're not saving anyone.<br />

Oh, just open your door.<br />

Be a flaneur once more.<br />

You're not walking anymore,<br />

You're not talking anymore.<br />

Overturning the strictures,<br />

You leave yourself with none of your sinners to be saved,<br />

Or your comforts that you crave.<br />

It's a volatile mixture: the zealot and the rum.<br />

So you knew it couldnt be won;<br />

Still hard lost because hard run.<br />

So here's to things that console,<br />

And to at least knowing your role, and to never being done.<br />

You're a rabbit on the run.<br />

Ne, ne travaillez jamais:<br />

No, never work, that's what they say.<br />

Mais ne, ne, ne, nous n'arretons pas:<br />

No, don't lets stop until it's done.<br />

You're a rabbit on the run.