Here we are going nowhere
And it's not bad, could it be worse?
The ice cream man's got a new line of work
We go up, up, up, try holdin' on
To almost there but it won't come today
They're holding court on Montrose and 21st
The cops don't care, they want it to get worse
It goes bang, bang, bang, bang
Nothing changed, they just gaslight the blame
They ought to make a dance
For when the world shits its pants
You go up, up, up, try holdin' on
To almost there but it won't come
You go up, up, up, try holdin' on
To almost there but it won't come
And we'll remember everything
The dogs in the rain
And the sunken eyes
Feelin' so strange
Like, how many more
How many more
How many more
How many more
How many more
How many more
How many more
How
It goes bang, bang, bang, bang
Heartless thieves, it ain't me but it might as well be
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