Cut City Statues
This is a sight for sore eyes
A lesser dispute turned inside-out
There are words to pull us out of this one
But they were lost so many years ago
This is a sight for sore eyes
Back to rid our days of any sentiment
And explanations are hard to come by here
Lying is a privilege when you're honest
We better hope that statues don't come alive
The dreams will clot our lives
Deny our minds
