Filling in a city
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The cash machines, they look so proud
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The thieves are so happy
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And everyone still talks to themselves
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The air, it smells like fear
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And tonight my nose is open
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Filling in a city
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That never
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That never will be anything but empty
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They say it’s good for everyone
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But I can’t think when you’re around
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Circled by bicycles
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Shot down in front of the salon
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Just trying to beautify
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The shell that holds your credit cards
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Where did all of the money go?
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This is the last still life,
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a degree with a bowl of fruit
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They don’t feel different
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Give them all that money back
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So they can fill in another city
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That’s dense but it’s hollow
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A cultured cockroach will live forever
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Filling a city in, don’t forget to wear your uniform
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To shop and attack only a cultured cockroach will live forever
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Filling In A City
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| Gruvis Malt |
