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In city shoes

Of clueless blues

Pays the views

And no mans news

Blades will fade from blood to sport

The h****n's cut these fuses short

Drink and frame this pain I think

I'm melting silver poles my dear

You bleed your wings and then disappear

Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights

Modern times come talk me down

And battle lines are drawn across this town

Ghetto stones instead of chains

And nothing's changed

Riot like 1968again

The days of rage yeah nothing's changed

Well pretty flames

In school I would just bite my tongue

The flags are false and they contradict

They point and click which wounds to lick

On avenues this christian breeze

Turns it's heart to more needles please

Our eyes roll back and we beg for more

It frays this skin and then underscore

The case for war you spin and bleed

The sales you feel screensavers feed

The girls you breed the soaps that you write

The graceless charm of your gutter snipes

The moving scenes and suburbanites

And smithereens got 'em scaling heights

Modern times come talk me down

The battle lines are drawn across this town

Ghetto stones instead of chains

Hearts and minds and US Planes

Nothing's changed

Riot like the 1980's again

The days of rage yeah nothing's changed

More pretty flames