Bright Eyes - Light Pollution Lyrics
Jonny Hobson was a good manHe used to loan me books and mic standsHe even got me a subscriptionTo the Socialist ReviewListening to records in his basementOld folk songs about the governmentIt's love of money, not the marketHe said these *****ers push on youAnd freedom yells, it don't cryWhatever selves will decideBut there's no hell when you dieSo don't look so worriedHe got a night life, lost his day jobPushing papers, swinging pendulumsAnything to serve a functionOr to occupy some timeYou gotta earn this living somehowYou're good as dead without a bank accountBut it's funny how that life has felt downIn that unemployment lineWith all that trash at his feetThe pools of piss in the streetAll of that filthy empathyFor the way we're feelingDon't worryDon't worryThe billboards shadeThe flags they waveThe anthem's playing loudThe baseball game was letting outAnd all at onceYou saw the dust and hurtAnd turned the soundGot in his truck and turned aroundDrove out through the crowd and the copsDrove out past that center mallDrove out past that sickening sprawlOut past that fenced in goldAnd maybe he lost control*****ing with the radioBut I bet the stars seem so closeAt the endAt the endAt the end
