the car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel

and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides and a dark wind blows. the government is corrupt and we're on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn. we're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine and the machine is bleeding to death

the sun has fallen down and the billboards are all leering and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles.

Posted By: Dave in France, Oct 10, 18:54:47

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