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The moon is lazy, me, I’m just down and out

The streets are crazy with choppers speeding about

And horses are dragging tourists around the neighborhood

Those damn kids with their blasters are destroying the moon

Feeling by using their imagination

Imagination, Imagination

Imagination, isn’t it beautiful, man?

a hall, a back door

I sit in the corner, my sweat dances on the floor

The band breaks my heart, the music barks in my chest

I want to touch somebody but all I got are cigarettes

And I need a light if I’m going to find resignation

Resignation, resignation

Resignation, isn’t it sensible, man?

Sometimes I get the feeling and it’s creeping

The past comes back to the kitchen like a face-masked rapist

want to put a bullet or a foot in your mouth

You’re still trying to blow your brains out

So I’m leaving, I can’t stand feeling hesitation

Hesitation, hesitation

Hesitation, run for your life if you can

Well, I’m the beautiful lost loser with a chip in his mouth

But I’m too to scrape, dig or spit it out

They say you’re better die brush and floss and exercise

But black or no black, we’re all going to die

, don’t fall down, they just get kicked around

Waiting for, waiting for jubilation

Jubilation, jubilation

Jubilation, jubilation

Jubilation, but me I’m just down and out

Just down and out of it

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