Propagandhi - Potemkin City Limits lyrics

Francis didn't give a fuck
About the rollbacks
The overproduction, reduced demand
He never gave much thought
To disputed contracts
In his short life, he'd only ever known
Panic, fear, pain, darkness, pandemonium
In this hell that was his home

Fourth quarter earning expectations
Expedited the demise the panic grew as the
Humans stalked among them
When the screaming began
Francis shut his eyes and felt the hand
Of inhumanity brush over him

But his would-be killer's back
Turned for a moment a blinding ray of light
Spread across the floor
In a crimson pool, he saw his own reflection
As he bolted for the door

Not just some fractured fairy tale
Although I wish that that were true
This is a fable far too real
We somehow still cling to

The storylines that bridge the chasms
Between cognition and belief
Any old implausible denial
That might offer some relief

From the dissonance that Francis
Left screaming in his wake
Deep into the heart of the city's park lands
He made good his escape

And where, for five months, he ran free
And replayed his only fond memory
Just a warm and distant dream of

His mother's loving eyes upon him
Francis made it farther than she did
A quarter mile
Just short of the city limit's
They finally captured him

And there's a statue that
The abattoir erected
To remind us all of their contributions
To me, it marks Potemkin City limit's
This Francis cast in bronze

Turn around, I'm gone

Not just a fractured fairy tale
Although I wish that that were true
A fable far too real
We somehow still cling to