Ghettoblaster
The moon is fat and lazy
But me, I'm just down and out
The streets are blurred and crazy
With shoppers speeding about
And horses dragging tourists
Around the neighborhood
But those damn kid's ghettoblasters
Are destroying the mood
The feeling they found
By using their imagination
Imagination, ain't it beautiful, man?
I wander into a hall
And I pay at the door
I sit in the corner
And watch sweat dance on the floor
The band breaks my heart
The music barks in my chest
I want to touch somebody
But all I've got are cigarettes
And I need a light
If I'm going to fight resignation
Resignation, ain't it sensible, man?
Sometimes I get the feeling
And it's creeping up precious
The past comes back to get you
Like a face-masked rapist
Whether you want to put a bullet
Or a foot in your mouth
You're still trying to blow
Your brains out
So, I'm leaving
Because I can't stand feeling hesitation
Run for your life if you can
I'm the beautiful lost loser
With a chip in his mouth
But I'm too lonely to scrape
Dig or spit it out
They say you better diet
Brush and floss and exercise
But plaque or no plaque
We're all going to die
Weeble wobbles don't fall down
They just get kicked around
Waiting for jubilation
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Ghettoblaster
The moon is fat and lazy
But me, I'm just down and out
The streets are blurred and crazy
With shoppers speeding about
And horses dragging tourists
Around the neighborhood
But those damn kid's ghettoblasters
Are destroying the mood
The feeling they found
By using their imagination
Imagination, ain't it beautiful, man?
I wander into a hall
And I pay at the door
I sit in the corner
And watch sweat dance on the floor
The band breaks my heart
The music barks in my chest
I want to touch somebody
But all I've got are cigarettes
And I need a light
If I'm going to fight resignation
Resignation, ain't it sensible, man?
Sometimes I get the feeling
And it's creeping up precious
The past comes back to get you
Like a face-masked rapist
Whether you want to put a bullet
Or a foot in your mouth
You're still trying to blow
Your brains out
So, I'm leaving
Because I can't stand feeling hesitation
Run for your life if you can
I'm the beautiful lost loser
With a chip in his mouth
But I'm too lonely to scrape
Dig or spit it out
They say you better diet
Brush and floss and exercise
But plaque or no plaque
We're all going to die
Weeble wobbles don't fall down
They just get kicked around
Waiting for jubilation
The moon is fat and lazy
But me, I'm just down and out
The streets are blurred and crazy
With shoppers speeding about
And horses dragging tourists
Around the neighborhood
But those damn kid's ghettoblasters
Are destroying the mood
The feeling they found
By using their imagination
Imagination, ain't it beautiful, man?
I wander into a hall
And I pay at the door
I sit in the corner
And watch sweat dance on the floor
The band breaks my heart
The music barks in my chest
I want to touch somebody
But all I've got are cigarettes
And I need a light
If I'm going to fight resignation
Resignation, ain't it sensible, man?
Sometimes I get the feeling
And it's creeping up precious
The past comes back to get you
Like a face-masked rapist
Whether you want to put a bullet
Or a foot in your mouth
You're still trying to blow
Your brains out
So, I'm leaving
Because I can't stand feeling hesitation
Run for your life if you can
I'm the beautiful lost loser
With a chip in his mouth
But I'm too lonely to scrape
Dig or spit it out
They say you better diet
Brush and floss and exercise
But plaque or no plaque
We're all going to die
Weeble wobbles don't fall down
They just get kicked around
Waiting for jubilation
Writer: Simon Joseph Joyner
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