Sole, WHY? - Center City lyrics

Stuck in center city with a midget's girdle

Choking fetus posing as a
Respectable business person

And he's selling swollen ribs

Stolen half full glasses of human
Footprints for my friends

The irate has lost his wooden leg

The stuck up lost her penis

(Ye fateful eat MacDonald's)

Us geeks fry ants with a magnifying glass

Welcome to the cinema
I know the seating's scarce
Turn off the fucking soap opera and


Watch them do the dance

Meanwhile, crumbled up in a trash art heap
Hungry people pile

While humble people make moves in
The mighty pig pen without pens or pen names

Leave it to us to manufacture the glass case
To display your ripped up rag dolls

Well it's no secret
We all want a cigarette and coffee break

And I'm not gonna lie to you
Because lies make perfect sense
And while we're all just spinning
There is no perfect sense

This spoiled canvas you see here
Is somewhat close to mold
This wasted breath will be the death of
Me all this new shit's getting old
Your coca cola eats through
Metal, kills lab rats
And swallows your soul
This wasted breath will be the death of me
All this new shit's getting old

In the center city
We sinners acquire company out of
Necessity and lack of currency
We run by the seat of our cash (in a car)
Buying into everything within a money shot

I'm blocking bullets with a medieval
Suit of armor on
The armadillo knows not where to hang his hat
Relax spread eagle
Or play Pictionary on the weekends

Hey, it's a corporate peepshow
Dance for the camera
They love to see us squirm
And fuck one another
Feed the babies to the furnace
We breath fossil fuel
For the post modernization of Mars

Now since a bird flies over the skyscrapers
You assume that it don't gotta work
And it ain't tied down
But remember that a bird's gotta
Touch down to eat
And sleep And that the sky is the limit

I put my time in and wrote it all
Off as a high school field trip wire
I wet my lips slowly before
Speaking my piece in
A mad max sunbaked wasteland
Once called progress
Where cars that fail their e-checks go
Do donuts and break wind
I windowshop to avoid the waste
That accompanies any major purchase
And purchase my clothes at a second
Hand shop for the same purpose
My voice is hoarse from screaming in
The desert and in space
Where there is no air to carry my cry
Fuck 283-86 hahaha

I'm waiting my days and tears away
With no trusty seed or sunset
I'm waiting for god to stop taking care of
The heat bill and buy me blankets
I'm waiting to run slow mo in the meadow
And bang my head on neon dollar signs
I'm waiting for the keeper that gets me
Into the eternal pot luck dinner

The beehive honeys shake hands - good work
Reiterate, good work
My smog inhaler is human shortcoming proof
Gather around light of your life
Happily blinded
Every evening last night of your life
100, 000 thousand of us live
Every morning on a bridge
We hang from ties and never truly die
Or leave the clock or run out
So we live for the moment
On other peoples time
Which is all we have and
It isn't anything we own
And that makes perfect sense 'cause it
All makes up in our dreams

I'm waiting for god to stop taking care of
The heat bill and buy me blankets
I'm waiting my days and tears away
With no trusty seed or sunset
I'm waiting for the keeper that gets me
Into the eternal pot luck dinner
I'm waiting to run slow mo in the meadow
And bang my head on neon dollar signs

So here we are
Sitting on a simulated camel's back
Stuck between two humps of stored half smoked
Cigarettes to be consumed come winter
It's no secret
We're all sick of seeing center
City though thick smoke
We're in a bottle of humans who
Suffocate on cans of coke
Hurdling alarm clocks that we hurled out
The window a long time ago