schmoo writes on the run from almost everyone, hiding in a 'safe house' somewhere in central london.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
dead flag blues
DEAD FLAG BLUES
The car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides And a dark wind blows The government is corrupt And we're on so many drugs With the radio on and the curtains drawn
We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine And the machine is bleeding to death
The sun has fallen down And the billboards are all leering And the flags are all dead at the top of their poles
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