Bang

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
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 They're holding court
 On Montrose and 21st
 And 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
 We go up, up, up, try holdin' on
 To almost there, but it won't come
 We go up, up, up, try holdin' on
 To almost there, but it won't come
 And we'll remеmber 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