LA 2003

In the city, ain't it pretty
When the power goes out

All the strays in the maze
When the circle runs foul

The lion cries
Simonize your windowpanes
Compromise
Yeah you're circling round the drain

In your pockets lie the sockets
Of your black holey eyes

In the alleys lie the tallies
Of the red-bricky night

The lions rise
Realize and seek your fame
Fanticide
Yeah you're clustered around the drain

The lion's pride
Simonize your windowpanes
Compromise
Yeah you're circling round the drain



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Writer(s): Harold's Iga
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