There's no ambition, Told from vision Pre-recorded maze of wisdom Bland street bloom. A Moronic Feeling No ambition, plague of pigeons Twisted in your maze of wisdom Shake-up, Make-up, Fake-Up Think you need some healing No ambition Same old wrong millenium scorn Maze of wisdom Bland street bloom. A moronic feeling Pretty little birds all singing in the street Few trees left. Bare and shivering In this hollow bitter street No ambition, told from vision Pre-recorded maze of wisdom Bland street bloom Bland street bloom Bland street bloom (as the) Bland street bloom Bland street bloom (as the) As the dove rains blood As the dove rains blood As the dove rains blood As the dove rains blood A world of wonders man-made mechanical thunders (dove, blood, dove, blood) Like stuffing in a turkey Gutless. Hollow. Man-made premeditated hole Like a rock that doesn't roll You are the rock that doesn't roll Like a rock that doesn't roll You are the rock that doesn't roll Empty coal into the fruit bowl Become a Machine Just one of the people Welcome to the middle road Your soul has now been scrolled No Backbone, just torn and thrown into the snow you go No backbone, just mallignant groans Of what and where and now Of what and when and how of what. Don't count on nothing being free Because when you're in the concrete sea Not you or me or in between I can't stand them. I can't stand this. About as much fun as drinking a pint of piss Can't wear that and you can't smoke this. As bitter as a cold brew Bitter as a cold brew pint of piss A world of wonders man-made mechanical thunders (dove, rains, blood) As the dove rains blood over the streets man-made mechanical thunders I think i've seen this kind of thing too many times before Mediocrity has never been a way of live I've been inspired by seeing all this strife Bland Street Bloom, Bland Street Bloom Bland Street Bloom, Bland Street Bloom I can't stand them. I can't stand this. About as much fun as drinking a pint of piss Can't wear that and you can't smoke this. As bitter as a cold brew Bitter as a cold brew pint of piss
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