punks in the palace a?Cause punks got the loveliest dreams And our gang is liquored and lovely And smart and sweet and lame And burn with a curious
punks in the palace 'Cause punks got the loveliest dreams And our gang is liquored and lovely, And smart and sweet and lean, And burn with a curious
I Built! My! Self! A! Me!tal! Bird! I! Fed! My! Metal! Bird! The! Wings! Of! Other! Me!tal! Birds! And oh, how my baby flew! With heart so high and aim
a mighty fist and a retarded crown, do the one-step the two-step, Sweet jubilee! And show me the light, goddamn! And lay me down in a bed full of rain
Oh, my darling. The leaves! Oh, how they do breathe! There's a heart inside of everything that nestles deep with tiny wings, lay your hands inside this
when you're not able to. Lay in the fire a while, Lay in the fire a while, Lay in the fire a while, Lay in the fire a while Don't sleep, Don't sleep
Don't tell me that I am free Don't tell me that I am free Cause I have not been well Lately
we all so alone here? All we need is a little more hope, a little more joy. All we need is a little more light, a little less weight, a little more freedom
It will not be a tender fire Upon your postcard mountains No golden children will write hymns about The slow defeat of your reckless destiny Bullets
The community is sick (Please believe) And the community is blind (In labor and hope) Yell (And joy) And it's colder than Poland ('Cause like a little
If she should come and greet me again, with the pains of this world writ 'cross all her limbs, like a bewildered child I'd hold her in mine and stroke
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do come back Lost a friend to oceans Lost a friend to hills Lost a friend to suicide Lost a friend to pills Lost a friend to monsters Lost a friend to
We all got born so afraid We still search for words to describe that pain And cling to each other Like pigeons in the rain And nuzzle over feathered breasts
beneath our wheels So goodbye lovely warehouse And goodbye sleeping weeds Your beauty was a shining thing That fell away from me Everybody gets a little
blood And our cities shot with moneyed schemes Built on twigs and mud And our schools look like prisons And our prisons look like malls And downtown's just a
Don't tell me that I am free Don't tell me that I am free 'Cause I have not been well Lately
I found a penny where the black waters blowed A dagger, a crown, or home in the snow And scraps, soil, and sentries for the children below There's one
