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When I was your age I'd get the fuck down, sex the girls all soft and round. And plains spitting fire from their mouth at cities a mile in the ground And these buildings a metal heaven built around us And this city you never did care that much for And it's a dollar twenty five and some ripple white eyes and it's the longest drive for the rest of your life And it's a dial tone death wired to the human head and a machine that runs you down until you're dead there are turbines in the ground where no one can hear them groaning they're feeding the streets and the yards the suburbs are growing I gave them hell and they gave me traffic eyes a bottle where I go to hide I dream of planes in the sky a tongue made of liquor knives Letras de cancioneshe dropped the bomb And the city of the future That we crawl through screaming drunk Always building something over what it was that came before From Letras Mania