Nov 03, 2005 13:04
staring down upon the hustle and sounds
sitting on top of a parking garage
A man named Kentucky needed some change
instead we gave him a cigarette
we stare and amaze
the dancing is magnetic
the company is superior
its a drug to say the least
all done up
preserved inside a memory
strangers ask us where ya from?
a million different stories to follow.
driving the endless road
we find peace in chaos
finding a primal need
the check was taken care of
bang bang bang
sounds of tiny workers
bang bang bang
the sounds ring out in stereo
wish but do not hope
take but prepare to give
love but do not live
die with no regret
peace