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Parka Kings, The lyrics - Jefferson Assembly
| Title: |
Jefferson Assembly |
| Artist: |
Parka Kings, The |
| Album: |
!Bienvenidos! |
| Year: |
1997 |
| Submitted by: |
Hooper_X |
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As you step off the plane, no alohas in greeting
No throngs of taxis, no subway seating
Burnt-out fields, visions south of heaven
A tourist’s view of old detroit, left over from 67
Our car broke down, we walked ourselves home
You had forgotten the cellular phone
Took a wrong turn, you know there’s no telling me
Left the car stranded by Jefferson Assembly
Transmission slips and you’re down again
You realize that you’ve lost control
Life’s little pleasures mixed with life’s little pains
Like running out of gas whistling September in the Rain
Just crossed the border, your friend picked us up
Drove us to your house, man what good luck
Yell and scream but you won’t change your mind
Suburbs stretch north imagining crime
Who has the answers, who’ll learn next time?
The preachers still preach and the poets still rhyme
Who are the masters and who are the pawns?
Will the landmarks remain when we’re dead and gone?
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