Closing In On Me
Books in boxes line the pavement
Outside the brownstones that now lie vacant
First they flocked to us
Now they fled from us
Left for dead, to rust
Runaway tourist
They came, they conquered, they left us in smoke
Manhattan's over now Brooklyn's a joke
It's almost fun see how they run
Shock's no one
There's nothing new under the sun
So I'm here trying to drown out
The din of the dystopia
I don't want to hear about the future
I don't want to mourn the human race
I don't want to read another feature
Telling me to find another place
But it's closing in on me
Yeah it's closing in on me...
And while the lucky ones all shrink from the coast
The rest of us are left to drown or to roast
I hope the suburbs are happy to host
I hope you choke on your avocado toast
So I'm here trying to drown out
The din of the dystopia
I don't want to hear about the future
I don't want to mourn the human race
I don't want to read another feature
Telling me to find another place
Cause it's oh, it's almost fun
See how they run
It's almost...
Oh, there's nothing new under the sun
Oh, under the sun
Outside the brownstones that now lie vacant
First they flocked to us
Now they fled from us
Left for dead, to rust
Runaway tourist
They came, they conquered, they left us in smoke
Manhattan's over now Brooklyn's a joke
It's almost fun see how they run
Shock's no one
There's nothing new under the sun
So I'm here trying to drown out
The din of the dystopia
I don't want to hear about the future
I don't want to mourn the human race
I don't want to read another feature
Telling me to find another place
But it's closing in on me
Yeah it's closing in on me...
And while the lucky ones all shrink from the coast
The rest of us are left to drown or to roast
I hope the suburbs are happy to host
I hope you choke on your avocado toast
So I'm here trying to drown out
The din of the dystopia
I don't want to hear about the future
I don't want to mourn the human race
I don't want to read another feature
Telling me to find another place
Cause it's oh, it's almost fun
See how they run
It's almost...
Oh, there's nothing new under the sun
Oh, under the sun
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Writer(s): Bryn O'connor
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