How They Made Us - Wil Wagner-歌词

How They Made Us - Wil Wagner

It's a midwinter Friday and there's not a car on this highway

That wouldn't hit me just to get home

I'm riding punch lines and dregs from the pouch that we split

Somewhere back on punt road

And the big neon signs they all intertwine

With the passing cars headlights burning my eyes

In this city of excuses dead palm trees and useless transport

I use my legs to get to you on time

But silence speaks louder than words that we don't understand

And I know the language is made out of

One up man ship and sleight of hand

But it's all we've got to explain how they made us

Unable to explain how they made us

Unable to explain how they

And I'm naked except for donations rank revelations

My own bad behavior pissing off the neighbours

Lying to colleagues about how interesting I am

Just so part of me is nothing like them and

The clubs up on swan street pulse to the back beat of violence and sadness

And god awful sweat heat

They tarnish reputations and they smash up train stations

So angry they forgot what they were angry about

This city is a punching bag for the punished to let something out

But how can you stay mad

When the red sun spits straight through the clouds like this

And the cold bites my skin

And you bite my upper lip