The Slang - Junkland

And I'm livin' by the moment
Tip the scales
And I could be gone
It's a matter of chance
And I'm not gonna wait too long

I could be a shooting star
And melt the ties
That hold me down
Or is it just a matter of time
Till I burn out

Everything is dated
Every use is weighted

And the cuts and scars
They line the truth in every soul
And no one can be sure
Who's in control

And the silicone chips that
Breathe life into every home
Will soon be artifacts
From the wrecking zone

In Junkland you are traded
For a younger type less dated
And when your youth has faded
There's no place for you the aging one

So the laboratories and factories
Create the new machines
Turn out the fresh new form
Formalities

They build them faster, faster
First production they must compete
In the game of numbers
And the quest for currency

Everything is dated
Every use is weighted

And if someday all of that
Is rising close at hand
And no one can be sure
Who's in command

In the fast food gas up
Bank and bump shot wonderland
Soon to be reduced
To grains of sand

In Junkland you are rated
Built, trained, and evaluated
And when your youth has faded
There's no place for you the aging one

Everything is dated
Every use is weighted

And break it down quicker than
The time it takes to regenerate
Face the music
'Cause it just won't go away

You want so much from life
But you won't take the time to find a way
Hey God didn't invent the world
In just one day

In Junkland you are fated
You will not be recreated
And when your time is stated
You will know your destination

Written by:
Alexander Jeffrey Kydd

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Lyrics © WHIRLED MUSIC PUBLISHING

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