I'm the brick, you're the window

It's judgement day, I'm late to sow the things I reap
In the bus below the surface where I've reserved my seat
No harvest for the vultures who've found themselves in heat
They reserve their right to stand on both feet
I'm the brick you're the window smashing me

Stay afraid to speak. It's easy to sell your soul
I would give it up for free for the gift of growing old
New material for the comedians who need to joke to eat
You won't get wealthy on your sappiness where the seats are cheap
I'm the brick you're the window smashing me



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Writer(s): Jon H
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