It’s a Fucked-up World of Recognition
1/27/15 - NMB


It’s a fucked-up world of recognition
And no one can tell you for sure
If you look too hard for answers
I’m sure you will find them absurd

And the bus driver tells you go fuck yourself
Cause Clemens Street lies beyond Main
And if you want someone to talk to
There’s no one here but the insane

The people scurry round just like spiders
As the meter maids go out on strike
And the bullets that fly all around you
Are just the sound track to your life

So tell me no lies and I’ll tell you no truths
For reality lies far from here
Just take off your shoes and try to walk home
Or better yet pay the bus fare

And the man behind the counter don’t work there
And your shopping cart won’t turn that way
And if you think everything’s as it should be
Then perhaps the straight people are gay

So when your school has a reunion
Ten years after you ran away
Don’t ask if the sailors come back from the sea
Cause you know they just want to escape

And the poor scare you more than the wealthy
Even though they have nothing to say
For all that separates you from them
Is two pay checks and one or two days

Sunami Sunami just like oragami
Faluja Paluja and more
Don’t expect anything here to make sense
It’s all been here before

So if you are left in confusion
Tom Waits will right you for sure
The hometown was never anyone’s home
You can’t go back where you never were

And it’s a fucked-up world of recognition
It’s a fucked-up world of recognition
It’s a fucked-up world of recognition
God’s creation the human condition
God’s creation the human
God’s creation
God


chords:
52 - Am7
52 - Ef1
52 - Am7
52 - Ef1
E+32 - 53.63


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