Ghettoblaster

The moon is lazy, me, I’m just down and out
The streets are crazy with choppers speeding about
And horses are dragging tourists around the neighborhood
Those damn kids with their blasters are destroying the moon
Feeling by using their imagination
Imagination, Imagination
Imagination, isn’t it beautiful, man?
a hall, a back door
I sit in the corner, my sweat dances on the floor
The band breaks my heart, the music barks in my chest
I want to touch somebody but all I got are cigarettes
And I need a light if I’m going to find resignation
Resignation, resignation
Resignation, isn’t it sensible, man?
Sometimes I get the feeling and it’s creeping
The past comes back to the kitchen like a face-masked rapist
want to put a bullet or a foot in your mouth
You’re still trying to blow your brains out
So I’m leaving, I can’t stand feeling hesitation
Hesitation, hesitation
Hesitation, run for your life if you can
Well, I’m the beautiful lost loser with a chip in his mouth
But I’m too to scrape, dig or spit it out
They say you’re better die brush and floss and exercise
But black or no black, we’re all going to die
, don’t fall down, they just get kicked around
Waiting for, waiting for jubilation
Jubilation, jubilation
Jubilation, jubilation
Jubilation, but me I’m just down and out
Just down and out of it