| I grew up blind just like everyone’s child
|
| In the warmth of milk and deceit
|
| Smothered by love and the chemical dust
|
| There was never enough to believe
|
| They chewed me up, they spat me out
|
| Of their system and onto their street
|
| And the rest of my life was a sprint to forget
|
| All the greatness that could never be
|
| Oh beautiful town
|
| I remember you blacker than night
|
| The whores and the sick-mouths
|
| The bad taste and the neon lights
|
| Oh beautiful town
|
| Where are you now with your binge insecurities?
|
| I shut you down, beautiful town
|
| Because you tear your children
|
| Into pieces
|
| Absence twisted with fondness
|
| Is the horror I couldn’t forget
|
| Programmed in the great art
|
| Of family, lies and debts
|
| Too much expectation
|
| Followed by hope and then hate in the mess
|
| And the rest of my life was a glorious test
|
| Of my will and my selfish neglect
|
| Oh beautiful town
|
| I remember you blacker than night
|
| The whores and the sick-mouths
|
| The bad taste and the neon lights
|
| Oh beautiful town
|
| Where are you now with your binge insecurities?
|
| I shut you down, beautiful town
|
| Because you tear your children
|
| Into pieces
|
| On the floor boards under insolent feet
|
| I mapped the hopscotch to my parents' retreat
|
| With a lavender bag in my hand
|
| And words of desperation on my tongue
|
| Good night father, good night mother
|
| Are you still awake? |