Trash

I want to go back to the way it used to be

Before the bad guys came out on the trees

And pulled the sky down on top of the dark

Brown sticky soft packed earth on my heart

I only want to be that hero saving you from the damn

Car bombings in Afghanistan

I don't want to be damned

I want to be tan

I want to be a real man

I want to take you out on the town

And give you some good times to throw around

In your head when you're old and you've got no friends

I'll make the good times never end

And there will be hand grenades

Keep the pins in their pockets

Open you up

Fill you up with rockets

So you can go anywhere you like

Any ol' time

The way the rings around the Jersey shore

Can fill you up with blue forever more

I'll lift you up without letting you down

Keep all your dreams from turning brown

And all the birds will keep lifting you up and then

into the air

And into the thin space between the here and now

Oh I'll

I Can't stop hitting myself over the head

I do my best to keep up with the dead

I don't know why everybody's in my high

Oh I Feel like flying

Trying to Put the bats back into the dark

Black of my heart

I made out a jam

It's all good until somebody catches a feelin'

And I'm feeling again.

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