Lawrence of Suburbia - D-A-D

Wide eyed

Open mouthed

Blank faced

Low clouds

Long walk

Up from hell

But I came back

Back unbent

What it means

Is that I’m good

That much

Is understood

But all in the room

Is dark because

Life is no longer what it was

Lawrence of Suburbia

Real life is murder

Wake up from Utopia

On it again

All aboard the moneytrain

Everyday

As a rule

I’m distant

I’m cool

Not the same

As before

I’ve folded up suicide

In four

But this dirty sun

Shining down

Pierce the dark

And the sound

All you’ll see

Is a tightlipped smile

On a scared little man

As the train runs wild…

Lawrence of…