Light Pollution - Lifeformed

Johnny Hobson was a good man

He used to loan me books and mic stands

He even got me a subscription

To the Socialist ReviewListening to records in his basement

Old folk songs about the government

It’s love of money not the market

He said these fuckers push on youAnd freedom yells, it don’t cry

Whatever selves will decide

But there’s no hell when you die

So don’t look so worriedHe got a night life, lost his day job

Pushing papers, swinging pendulums

Anything to serve the function

Or to occupy some timeYou gotta earn this living somehow

You’re good as dead without a bank account

But it’s funny how that life has felt down

In that unemployment lineWith all that trash at his feet

The pools of piss in the street

All of that filthy empathy

For the way we’re feelingDon’t worry

Don’t worry

Don’t worryThe billboards shade

The flags they wave

The anthem’s playing loud

The baseball game was letting outAnd all at once

You saw the dust and hurt

And turned the sound

Got in his truck and turned aroundDrove out through the crowd and the cops

Drove out past that center mall

Drove out past that sickening sprawl

Out past that fenced in goldAnd maybe he lost control

Fucking with the radio

But I bet the stars seem so close

At the endAt the end

At the end

At the end