Tourists Walls And Foundations
Walls and foundations scattering nations hungry and ill contraceptive pill sick on the pavement the hospital i remember it still ah the confused clergy red light emergency the fluid movement so sad bereavement in lines we stand vainly demand our happiness oh my god what a mess oh no but i need to know... i need the space i need to grow... out of this place i need to know... i need the space i need to grow out of this place. Money and weddings solid objections echoing cyniks [sic] in an empty church laughing hyena's [sic] in the caged up mad house the dying drunks on the streets as they lurch into the fleeing pedestrian nightmare i must lie down now i cant take any more now no no... but i need to know... i need the space i need to grow... out of this place i need to know... i need the space i need to grow out of this place thats right
