27 Floors

Ed is the name
I have a song for you
21 verses with no melody
Empty joy, no imagery
No imagery
No image
Oh boy, wouldn't it be savage
To be a talent
To ride on coat tales, spit swift turnarounds
Now turn around
Cold open after cold open
After cold after cold open
And no one hears the crowd
No one hears the crowd

Simon says "You're hollow"
Simon says "You're hollow"
Simon says "You're hollow"
Not to mention worthless

It took a tower to make records
It took a shower to shrug it off
You bear no innocence, no fault
You're a pawn
Go to work
Sign a shirt
Write a book
Fill the hole in your life
Feel the hold on your life
Fill the hole in your life
Feel the hold on your life

Feed the hole
In the ground
In your yard, in your life
Feed the hole
In the ground
In your yard
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha



Credits
Writer(s): Colin Weaver
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