Found on The City.
Mike Vasas, 2004.

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The City

I woke up on the bad end of a fluke. I must've crashed like a falling fifty-megaton nuke.
Alcohol and twist of fate; Now the doctor is telling me to overmedicate.
Chewed a couple of bullets and went on my way.

I've been had, misled off the track. Call the supervisor; give me my money back.
Please show me to the door; I've been wandering for so long that I can't remember anymore.
You're not Moses, you're his brother.

The city will love you; The city is perfect. The city's amazing; the city never sleeps.
The city gives us energy; the city gives us confidence. The city will protect you, the city is your friend.

I once dragged a porcupine across my face. I was told it helps; it wasn't the case.
All I got was a bloody shirt, and knowledge from experience that acupuncture doesn't work.
Pain is healthy, death is funny.

I woke up hearing the mayor's voice; Strung-out on coke, but he spoke in a serious voice.
The city is quarantined; Thirty thousand scared masks and it isn't even Halloween,
So I got dressed and bombed a taxi.

The city will love you; The city is perfect. The city's amazing; the city never sleeps.
The city gives us energy; the city gives us confidence. The city will protect you, the city is your friend.

Copyright © 2004 Mike Vasas. All Rights Reserved.