28 October 2011

Dead Flag Blues

The car's on fire
and there's no driver at the wheel
and the sewers are all muddied
with a thousand lonely suicides
and a dark wind blows.

The government is corrupt
and we're all on so many drugs
with the radio on and the curtains drawn
we're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
and the machine is bleeding to death.

The sun has fallen down
and the billboards are all leering
and the flags are all dead
at the top of their poles.

It went like this:
the buildings toppled in on themselves
mothers clutching babies
picked through the rubble
and pulled out their hair.

The skyline was beautiful on fire
all twisted metal stretching upwards
everything washed in a thin orange haze
I said, "kiss me, you're beautiful
these are truly the last days."

You grabbed my hand
and we fell into it
like a daydream
or a fever.























We woke up one morning
and fell a little further down.

For sure it's the valley of death.

I open up my wallet
and it's full of blood.

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