Strange Currencies: A Podcast For Songwriters

It always starts with love Before the reality of hate Neon halo over your head Under the fire escape The night’s grown late And our ambition turned to mud The purity of your intention Ending with a sniffed-up drug And your mentor’s a slug Slurping the university She said you getting high’s empowering It sounded like an alibi to me No one is ever free But you can’t get that through your head Just like you can’t get over Someone else is always prom queen instead My fury must be fed I dance for those I’d rather destroy An instant armchair analysis Of your most complex boy toy Metropolitan witch Do you even exist? Metropolitan witch We should above this Dirty city On broomsticks Well its only bad luck If you put faith in coincidence If you believe in better angels Assigned to unwashed miscreants The respect unsent By people who can’t be true Daddy incorporated See, I can be psychoanalytical too The values aren’t new Culture catalyzed by guilt Light a fire then cash your check Noth