Banana Cannon - Live

I fear no weapons
My pocket's hurting
No money, no time
I've lost my vision
Rose-colored glasses
But dipped in molasses
I speak my mission
A bad impression
Is no fault of mine
I look at faces
Put them to places
And times gone by

Logos and neon signs are flashing in my eye
I've got some space left on my neck
For some unholy piece of sickly corporate pie
Those walking billboards are passing me by

I fear no weapons
My pocket's hurting
No money, no time
I speak my mission
A bad impression
Is no fault of mine



Credits
Writer(s): Luke Mercier, Conor Luney
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