Stickman Cyclops - Portland

Oh, Portland, there's been a...
Sleeping volcano in your town for years
But this eruption is your people not that old mountain you've feared
Never seen you with my own eyes; I have no desire to
To watch you destruct like the ghost towns that sit scattered around you

And I thought that you were just about bearded lumberjacks
Plaid shirted people, hippie types too
But now when I hear your name, I think of young people acting insane
Oh, Portland, what'cha gonna do?

Was your city frustrated from having so darn many stripper clubs
Yes, that's right, you hipsters, you can look but you can't touch
Yet you're surrounded by the nation's biggest holes
Yes, Crater Lake and Hell's Canyon are just a stone's throw

And I thought that you were just about bearded lumberjacks
Plaid shirted people, hippie types too
But now when I hear your name, I think of young people acting insane
Oh, Portland, what'cha gonna do?

I heard you arrest people's ass for pumping their own gas
You have a keep Portland weird sign; I'd say that's a fair assessment

Written by:
Joel Mitchell

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