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when the industry collapses
you’ll find wind turbines on your front lawn
when the industry collapses
you’ll find yourself in TI-84s
a heap of broken satellite images of tuvalu, of tuvalu
bare feet on burning pavement
what the fuck were we ever thinking?
you took your boyhood for granted, i always loved that
na na na na na na na na (oh whoa oh oh)
na na na na na na na na (oh whoa oh oh)
said “what’s with the guitars down by the train tracks?”
wouldn’t tell you that i loved you
‘cause i was not so sure i loved you
goodbye my friend, i’m not going to come back. (tech money came in a steel-panel death trap)
i swallowed the sun,
the sun, the sun, the sun.
(wouldn’t tell you that i loved you
‘cause i was not so sure i loved you)
calling us faggots from an F-150,
in a garden suburb from the 1960s.
have i not felt your palms around me?
you’re one to talk yeah, you’re one to talk, yeah.
was a garden suburb from the 1960s,
and i don’t know why i found it funny,
they were calling us faggots from an F-150
should’ve said “you’re one to talk yeah, you’re one to talk”
that’s what i should’ve said
right?
