usually trespassing - empty toque & a tall can

Two dollars isn't even pocket change to some
So high up on their horses
They can't even see the ground
But if you live in squalor then pocket change
Becomes your whole income
Just trying to get your measly portion
While everything comes down around you

Flying a sign is a full time job
There's no counting down to five o'clock
So you can close up shop
No air conditioning, nobody listening
No vacation pay
A pocketful of condescending looks
Is all I have to show for my day
Let's go

Cause they're so picture perfect
All holed up in their homes
Some just got back from work
Most have dinner on the stove
They told you to fuck off and get a job
Not twenty minutes ago
The cold lashes through your bones
With just your hunger to console you

Flying a sign is a full time job
There's no dial tones, when you phone
To ask for a day off
No central heating, no fucking ceiling
Still, nothing to eat
A pocketful of condescending looks
Is all I have to show for my week

I guess I don't need to eat
Crack a beer and disappear
Into plain sight in the side of
This godforsaken street
I am a rough edge to some
Already dismal scenery

Hey Hog, can you go any faster?

This city's so fucking shitty
I'm the least of it's worries
They all state straight past me
All in such a fucking hurry
This city's so fucking shitty
So fucking shitty, so fucking shitty
I want enough gasoline
To burn the whole
Fucking thing to smithereens

Written by:
Jesse L'Abbee

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