made of Taiwanese plastic
They laughed at the spastic
and dancing around in the rain
While laundered clean clothes,
Dressed in their suits and their boots
Where they all look the same
Took myself down to the cafe
Lost in books and crackling vinyl
upon your right on that bread
Don't you cry for the lost,
Get what you need and give
Life's for the living, so live it
Or you're better off dead
While the evening pooled,
the moon now for his part
The star shone like butter
We needed a nail till it tugged it,
While pigeons backed trains,
The rain showed the rainbows
but no one, no one to call
Where the widow takes memories
and a mist in her eyes, she said
Don't you cry for the lost,
Life's for the living, so live it,
for you're better off dead
Well, I'm sick of this town,
They'll take your dreams down,
and they'll stick them in storage
You can't have them back,
when you've paid off your
Hell with this place, I'll go my own way
and I'll trudge down the highway
And I'll make my bed from a discard
With a mattress of leaves
Stitch your words into my heart
Don't you cry for the lost,
and give what you're given.
Life's for the living, so live it,
or you're better off dead.
Get what you need and give
or you're better off dead
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