Bang

Here we are going nowhere
And it's not bad, could it be worse?
The ice cream man's got a new line of work

We go up, up, up, try holdin' on
To almost there, but it won't come today

They're holding court
On Montrose and 21st
And the cops don't care
They want it to get worse

It goes bang, bang, bang, bang
Nothing changed
They just gaslight the blame

They ought to make a dance
For when the world shits its pants

We go up, up, up, try holdin' on
To almost there, but it won't come
We go up, up, up, try holdin' on
To almost there, but it won't come

And we'll remеmber everything
The dogs in the rain
And the sunken eyes, feelin' so strange

Like, how many more?
How many more?
How many more?
How many more?
How many more?
How many more?
How many more?
How?

It goes bang, bang, bang, bang
Heartless thieves, it ain't me
But it might as well be



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Ryan Quinn
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