Metropolis Or Bust

Suburbs are going salty now
Go out and get your licks
Years drying on the pavement
And spilling out of pricks
Doled out in rations
Those denominations will
Buy you a bit less now
Take shade from the sun's idolators
Their smiles burn you
Oh they'll turn you
Cook up another batch
Kick up the local trash
Burn your cul-de-sac down
Suburbias into shantytowns
Metropolis or bust
Salt of the sticks with lustful
Eyes on the lights on the horizon
Burn through the beige and greys
Wound is the way and so long
Fix your face in a rest area on your way into the
Metropolis or bust
Metallic sheen or rust
Toe an invisible line, the neighbors say
Weeds on your tan undermine the favors they
Don't Look too tong or your eyes'll shrivel into dust



Credits
Writer(s): Bone Cootes, Spike Slawson, Colin Delaney, Paul Oxborrow, Rob Goodson
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