Road to Joy

The sun came up with no conclusions Flowers sleeping in their beds The city's cemetery's humming I'm wide awake, it's morning I have my drugs, I have my woman They keep away my loneliness My parents, they have their religion But sleep in separate houses I read the body count out of the paper And now it's written all over my face No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter Sometimes that's just the most comfortable place So I'm drinking breathing, writing singing Every day I'm on the clock My mind races with all my longings But can't keep up with what I've got So I hope I don't sound too ungrateful What history gave modern men A telephone to talk to strangers Machine guns and a camera lens So when you're asked to fight a war that's over nothing It's best to join the side that's gonna win And no one's sure how all of this got started But we're gonna make 'em goddamn certain how it's gonna end Oh yeah, we will, oh yeah, we will Well, I could have been a famous singer If I had someone else's voice But failure's always sounded better Let's fuck it up boys, make some noise! The sun came up with no conclusions Flowers sleeping in their beds The city's cemetery's humming I'm wide awake, it's morning

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