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I've got my bastion You've got your shell You're always pushing On what you dwell So I've been thinking What's up with that? You've got your shanty I've got my camp You rarely mention the broader facts You sing your siren We get used to that We open building doors for working class You step in the way of Cadillacs You're only kicking rocks from the eaves And your aim is high I see you hanging like a scarecrow when your fields are dry You're only kicking rocks from the eaves And you aim too high I get up and fill my haymow in the morning Letras de cancionesI hear the reverends whining in the back I wished I had a czar just to deal with that I've got to move on and cut the slack Two point five million won't hold me back When will you light my soul? The city nights are cold When will you light my soul? I don't care how punk rock you want to be It just doesn't mean anything here to me I don't care how punk rock you want to be It just doesn't mean anything From Letras Mania