Me And Ed Loyce Lyrics

Me And Ed Loyce lyrics

The vagrant on that corner who is speaking to birds

Is as crazy as the commuters on their way from to work

Well, hey y'all, I'm gonna get apocalyptic

And I need it to be just so damn apocalyptic



We're all down to get down

Down, down to get down

If on our knees will be the lead

To the top of the food chain



Let the foxes dig holes in the stations

Ain't this such a grand new dark age?

Why shouldn't they believe that

Their home's just an Asbury Park?



In the opposing hand were bulky two inch thick

Overlapping pages of white paper

Whose flawless black print in a comparison

To our chewed nails was much fucking smaller



No one around here ever seems to notice

The mountains awaiting out east

But that carrot is within reach, that carrot is within reach

So we gotta get down, down just to get down

And we keep on tracking the beast



Do you hear the tune of a thousand trampled streets?

They sing me off to sleep

Where I am chased by stampeding machines

Only to awake to give into the chase all again and



Do you hear the tune of a thousand trampled streets?

They sing me off to sleep

Where I am chased by stampeding machines

Only to awake to give into the chase all again