For a few cents you’d sell me, wouldn’t you? And maybe it would
Trouble your conscience for a short time…But Christ you’ll get over it!
Don’t worry about it. You’ll always have friends.
[instrumental — piano/synth/edward intoning/violin]
We checked out where the market square once stood my god there’s just a
Hole choking wreck to wreck a truck to truck the bumpers bumping sirens
Scream but nothing seems to move the colors open sweat yes running down
The windows elbows rest upon the horns no one’s going anywhere at all no
One’s going anywhere at all what a place (???) and I can barely (talk)
[more instrumental to end]