Thieves Like Us Fass
There's a party over there and it makes me overlook this
slack parade of days; this empty city-space. See you
walking out the room moving to another place: I'm left
paralyzed -- unflirting.
Won't you give us something to say.
Won't you help us cut across scene lines.
Won't you come and show us some face.
Can't you get us out in the mean time.
We'll be lying out on the folds.
And we're counting on you to pass time.
Won't you give us something to say.
Won't you help us out across meanlines.
Forever and ever. The sixties the sunshine and movies a
heaven. We won't ever find them here. They're only in our
dreams. Locked down. Shot down. So violent.
