Mostly Dust

The kids pop wheelies against traffic
Outside the cafe where we sip our lattes And squint
To block the sun that we're just trying to orbit
If they'd let us
It would be nice to be set adrift
Floating among the satellite bits
Old billy blizzard didn't even know the half of it
Let me say it...

LA is raining dust I guess
Worcester is frozen solid
We never had a miracle like this
No, we never got to enjoy it

All slogans fade under the pressure of unending waves
The natural sweet serenade of the very first rained-on parade
A semi-intellectual cheapskate
With the two-toned PT cruiser of people
Have you ever sat through such drivel
So Find your fists
Or Find yourself the highest yelp-rated lobotomist
And get a grip

Hey man dont you tell me
'I dont wanna know how this one ends'
We're not married to the half ideas
Of the half-assed people that would enjoy our end
You call that being on the defense?

LA is raining dust I guess
Worcester is frozen solid
We never had a miracle like this
No we never got to enjoy it



Credits
Writer(s): Jon Fricchione
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