And there's a fire on
The Junk Island where
They send their garbage
Is anybody listening?
After work we'll watch
The seagulls diving in
And out of
The lashing towers of flame
It twinkles like a pile
Of rotting jewels left
To bake in the sun
Is anybody listening?
And we're just like those condom wrappers
Used up, torn up
Thrown away
And we're just like yesterday's headlines
Drifting, floating
Towards the blaze
And if we rob the
Liquor store we could
Be in Tijuana
By the crack of dawn
And if we rob the
A Mayor's mansion
We pawn his modern art
And make a fortune
And if we rob the
A lonely widow
We steal her credit cards
And buy a cottage by the ocean
And we could swim in
To Junk Island
We'll burn up like the
Seagulls and the whiskey bottles
We're scrapped Valentines
We're tangerine rinds
We're crimes, crimes, crimes, crimes, crimes
We're scrapped Valentines
We're tangerine rinds
We're crimes, crimes, crimes, crimes, crimes
We're scrapped Valentines
We're tangerine rinds
We're crimes, crimes, crimes, crimes, crimes
We're scrapped Valentines
We're tangerine rinds
We're crimes, crimes, crimes, crimes, crimes
And the children
In the subway
Eating applecores
Is anybody listening?
They're breathing paint out of plastic bags
Their mumbled mouths say
"Is anybody listening?"
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