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a cadillac drives down my street a bead of sweat pourin slow down a palm line i see a bumper sticker it's a bearded man with a wanted sign a myth we've made to scare out fears away a slogan that we slap on all our misdirected hate a muddy symbol meant to mitigate our pain but it's really just a desert corpse we've painted on the wall out in some cave anyway i don't know where he's gonna park that thing my neighborhood drunk's on line at the deli with his shaky hands and his swollen face he waits for his coffee he blacks out curbside every night and every day crawls back towards wall street so i don't see it like it's us and them i just see everybody working for that same eternal weekend droning on and on and on and never doing what we wanted heavy legs two steps behind some forever dangling carrot and i'm tired of this so who's to say that we can't just fucking change it? and i know it seems dramatic Letras de cancionesbut i treat it like a crisis the office to the coffin all our time and talent wasted and that weight against your throat is that a noose dressed like a necklace? from here i couldn't really tell the difference either way i say let's not take any chances cause i don't know where he's gonna park that thing no i don't know where he's gonna park that thing no i don't know where he's gonna park that thing From Letras Mania