Single Dean - The Ballad of Single Dean

According to terms and conditions
You can't get that Tweet back
Like a cell phone display of contrition
I reckon apps don't care about that

I dreamed of you in the shade
Under a film strip glow
You were naked and smoking a joint
And laughing at my every joke

But when I disappear online
I see every generation die
The bread that we break is all factory made
But the blood was built to spill

I went to see my Mary inside the marina
To see who left what in my mind's lost and found
She said, "You were once a galloping stud, now you're a pony on a merry-go-round"

So I Netflix and sigh
And the screen asks if I'm still alive
The bread that we break is all factory made
But the blood was built to spill

He was up on stage
Cave dwelling in a Century City charade
He never wrote a hit
But the young professionals told him he did

Of heroes and horrors and hearts and harpoons
On that bleeding mountain side
Do you remember the fun that we had
Making the beasts of the earth subside?

And when we say our goodbyes
It's divinity defined
The bread that we break is all factory made
But the blood was built to spill

And when we text our goodnights
It's divinity defiled
The bread that we break is all factory made
But the blood was built to spill
Like Steve and John and Jill
And Mark and Bob and Bill

Written by:
Dean Ciocca

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