The pole lit in the city As we drove past the scraper Burnouts and billboards Bent the neon scripture I'll play it as a joke Knit shoulder Tongue and choke Bivouacked Crumbled and soaked I'm a brick here to bore Another guest of faith and chore I can read it in your eyes I'm the one that you despise So save your stamps Your guilt free strategy Cry, kick and scream Drown side Pity me But what will they think? P.S. Long Island is burning The frost turned black The blinds are turning Now what can you do? Continue to be anti-dark blue Routinized, thoughtless and futuristic Everything you taught me You got it all wrong We all have it wrong Here's an idea Stop