Down On Freestreet - The Hellacopters

IN A ONE HORSE —

CAREFREE LOCKED DOOR TOWN

WHERE NO ONE EVER COMES AROUND

THERE AIN’T NOTHING THERE TO BE FOUND

AN EYE FOR AN EYE POUND FOR POUND

BLOWN UP YET MINIMAL

BUILT UP BY CRIMINAL HANDS

TO THE REPUBLIC — IT’S SICK

FOR WHICH IT STANDS

THERE’S A MAN ON DESOLATION ROW

REAPING FRUITS THAT SOMEONE ELSE HAS SOWN

AND A PRIME TIME APPEARENCE ON A TELEVISION SHOW

YOU KNOW THE SHEEP ARE RIDDEN WITH DISEASE

AND I’M DOWN ON BENDING KNEES

THE TUMOUR’S SPREADING OH SO FAST

THE REMEDY WILL NEVER LAST

THE DIE’S BEEN CAST AND THE DEADLINE’S PAST

THERE’S A CRYING BEHOLDER

BUT NO ONE TOLD HER WHY

JUST WRAPPED UP IN PLASTIC

CONVENIENTLY ELASTIC LIES

I GOT MY RADIO ON

IT’S PLAYING THAT SAME OLD STUPID SONG

OVER AND OVER FOR MUCH TOO LONG

I’VE GOT TO TURN THAT DAMN THING DOWN…