[Verse]
They re tearing up streets again.
They re building a new hotel.
The Mayor s out killing kids to keep taxes down,
and me and my anger sit folding a paper bird,
letting the curtains turn to beating wings.
[Chorus]
Wish I had a socket-set to dismantle this morning.
And just one pair of clean socks.
And a photo of you.
[Verse]
When you get off work tonight,
meet me at the construction site,
and we ll write some notes to tape to the heavy machines,
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