Post War, Saturday Echo

Post War, Saturday Echo


The city is a ravin’ neon nightmare
Freudian symbols lay my soul bare
And every way I turn
Electric hoardings burn
And words that mean nothing
Are endlessly rushing
Telling me nothing I really wanna learn

A million lonely people in a hurry
Sharin’ nothin’ but a burden of worry
They’re goin’ nowhere at all
They’re runnin’ at a crawl
And of all the faces near to me
Only one ever speaks to me
And that’s the face of the clock on the wall

You’ve got to run so hard
Just to stay where you are
You’ve got to work
You’ve got to earn
You’ve got to spend
The more you have, the more you want
A spiral without end

Post War, Saturday Echo


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