Rant from Philadelphia

Hopped a train to Philadelphia
Pulsed with hunger pangs
Fresh-cut head froze in negatives
Trimmed my mustache in the window pane

In an apartment just outside the city
Pristine window gave me a view
Self pity got me feelin' shitty
Can't even sleep when I want to

But Mütter showed me all sorts of things
Too graphic to relay
Our fate could be so much sadder, really
Deformed in a number of ways

For lots of people got a lot to say
But not all can raise their voice
Literal or figurative
Some of us got no choice

Hopped a train in Philadelphia
Pulsed with hunger pangs
Fresh-cut head froze in negatives
Trimmed my mustache in the window pane



Credits
Writer(s): Liam Carse
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