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Bright Eyes lyrics : "Light Pollution"

Jonny Hobson was a good man
He used to loan me books and mic stands
He even got me a subscription

To the Socialist Review
Listening to records in his ba!@&(t
Old folk songs about the government

It's love of money, not the market
He said these $#&@ers push on you


And freedom yells, it don't cry
Whatever selves will decide
But there's no hell when you die

So don't look so worried

He got a night life, lost his day job

Pushing papers, swinging pendulums
Anything to serve a function
Or to occupy some time


You gotta earn this living somehow
You're good as dead without a bank account

But it's funny how that life has felt down
In that unemployment line


With all that trash at his feet
The pools of piss in the street
All of that filthy empathy

For the way we're feeling

Don't worry

Don't worry

The billboards shade

The flags they wave
The anthem's playing loud
The baseball game was letting out


And all at once
You saw the dust and hurt

And turned the sound
Got in his truck and turned around


Drove out through the crowd and the cops
Drove out past that center mall
Drove out past that sickening sprawl

Out past that fenced in gold

And maybe he lost control

$#&@ing with the radio
But I bet the stars seem so close
At the end

At the end
At the end

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