Skull & Roses and a Terrapin Station sticker
Peeling off the back-end of a Chrysler Town & Country
We saw blowin’ through a stoplight in the middle
Of a North Chicago suburb in the middle of
Another bummer of an afternoon
Had to say that I was up to something
You heard me sounding bitter ‘round a hotel
In a far-off state
Suppose it’s time we had a conversation—
Not the type I’ve learned to kind of like in hindsight
But the type I’ve learned over time to hate to say I hate
Like I hate to say I hate the way this city smells
In the summertime come late July
It’s tar; the L-Track’s spark. It’s the dog sh#t in the park
It’s the sludge dripping down into my parking spot
I could really use a word or two
That’d wash away the doubt
I could really use a story we could both cry tears about
I could really use some rain, but I can’t spot a single cloud
So there’s nothing I can do about it now
By a weirdo statue with a teal patina
Something took me down unexpectedly
A subtle pounding by my eyelid
Subtle, then resounding in the center of my forehead
And the pound became a knock, and the knock politely said:
Man, I hate the way you hate
The way this city sells itself to passersby come late July
Streets all blocked off by the field
Where the masses have congealed
Looking like blue jay flocks ‘round beer gardens
It’s easy to play crank when you’re the one not having fun
And every weekend brings a range
Of mange and anger ‘till it’s done
Find an awning, wait it out
Pray no lightning from the clouds
But ain’t there something you can do about it now?
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