Quasi
The Jig Is Up
The Jig is Upwe're throwing our clocks out the windowmake for high groundand watch the sun's blood over mexicocome back kid forget what you didforget where you've been my poor long lost twinlong lost twinWe kick through the shardsof the white plastic domes of the moneymenthe dust of the stars and the burned out controls of the mind-machineday bears the nights night bulls the day it just don't seem right to just piss it awaypiss it away
From Letras Mania