Figures On A Beach Accidentally 4th Street Lyrics

Accidentally 4th Street Lyrics

Well we're looking at the cover,

We're spending all our time

Just staring at the magazine



Well, look who's on the cover,

wasting all our time...

some pseudo-fascist hero-machine



Well, that's no space for a human being

That man is not a hero or saint.

When somewhere in deepest America,

Grown men weep at the sound of his name

So it goes, and it goes...



All the girls named Gloria

Sing sweetly out of key.

The sun rose in the west today,

accidents in the land of the free...



Well I grew up where they showed you the body count

In color on your dinner TV

And I've been numbed so insensitive

That all I can think about is You and Me

You know, children from the best homes

They all have guns n' butter

They have their share of murder blue

Well it's not such a wiggy-awesome good time

When the shopping-mall militia point their cannons at you..

So it goes..



All the girls named Gloria

Sing sweetly out of key

The sun rose in the west today

Accidents in the land of the free

I love this world harder in my imagination

Than my conscience should allow

But accidents do happen, accidents will happen

Don't you dare to ask me how.



All the girls named Gloria

Sing sweetly out of key

The sun rose in the west today

Accidents in the land of the free

I love this world harder in my imagination

Than my conscience should allow

But accidents do happen, accidents will happen

Don't you dare to ask me how