They're tearing up streets again.
They're building a new hotel.
The Mayor's out killing kids To keep taxes down.
And me and my anger sit
Folding a paper bird,
Letting the curtains turn
To beating wings.
Wish I had a socket-set
To dismantle this morning.
And just one pair of clean socks
And a photo of you.
When you get off work tonight,
Meet me at
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