Junk ‘n Stuff

The Railway turns again
Remembrance begun to evaporates
Where, how, why
It ends up in low key voice of comply

Go look for it in an appointed place
let the officials there say it in your face
Batter u up till you cant say no more
Idealism smashed, dreams left ashore

Dum Dum Dum ignorance is bliss
come come come let it all be done please
I’ve said it before that there’s no room for suprises
So lay it bare in front let me timed the dances

No suitcase comes to my avail
maybe it got lost in the plane of steel
i’ll just wait in front of the rail
for another package that i can steal

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