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Pain in the feet

Both, surrounded by stilts

Printed on the banners on the walls

Walls — grease stained, dark yellow tint

Holding up the part that the heart wasn’t in

Like, heart — pumping out the blood or whatever the symbol is for love

Or something kind of similar

Blood, plasma, platelets sold on the notion that it’s warm but it sounds so

goddamn cold

A man just walked in the door and blew his smoke out into the lobby

Inconsiderate asshole, doesn’t that cat know the studies on second-hand smoke

I work with a guy that wouldn’t hurt a fly, but he vents with threats when the

customer’s gone

My, oh my, what a change from back in the day when tickets were only a couple

bucks

You don’t wanna see a show today

That new flick is a protégé

It’s the same movie as the last one that was made about the one that came

before that

So point your eyes up and let them dive in to the sky

Save your nine bucks and twenty-five cents

Like, «Hi, your movie’s through those first set of doors»

Whatever happened to the video stores?

When I rock a peace sign, it’s not a gimmick or a fraud

It’s a personal goal that I never may achieve

Sippy cup and sucker, little hippy motherfucker

Give me a Coke and support the troops, Bob Dylan

Support — the reason this building is falling down

A reason for the silence

And in my case, a reason for the sound of the ballpoint scratching on the

surface of that tree that I made them cut down

Pain — both feet sitting on a stool in the box office on a partly cloudy Sunday

night

I wonder why the weather channel says it’s partly cloudy when it’s nighttime

and you can’t see a goddamn sight

Maybe it’s just part of the job and they don’t question it

As long as that check gets in and food is on the plate

Food — I wonder if Jesus would’ve asked to make that soda extra large for just

fifty cents more

Whoever let that cat out of the bag is solely responsible for everything I have

Everything I lost, and everything I gained that turned love to happiness and

happiness to pain

Pain — for the broken hearts in line at the concession stand

Wearing second hands so that their kids can have a drink

Sitting on the outside looking in, I guess there’s maybe something I can learn

from those yellow stained walls

Corporation hands high, human being pro, so I’m sorry in advance if it’s hard

to see me go

Humans, bones, emotions, goals and the shit we try to make up to fill in all

the holes

You are just a building, you must make a killing

I must make enough to write about it in my home

You are just a movie, consider the source and call it twenty-one guns for the

video stores, it’s like that

You don’t wanna see a show today

That new flick is a protégé

It’s the same movie as the last one that was made about the one that came

before that

So point your eyes up and let them dive in to the sky

Save your nine bucks and twenty-five cents

Like, «Hi, your movie’s through those first set of doors»

Whatever happened to the Beatles, huh?

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