standing on the edge of the Palisades' Cliffs
in the shadow the skyline
it seemed very far away
like a lightning rod that couldn't pull the storm from me -
when I was five years old,
my best friend's older brother died.
he fell from these cliffs and the river washed him away,
the current pulled him downstream
and our lives float in the headlines.
so we park these cars
in our parents' garage
to listen to the lullaby
of carbon monoxide:
war all of the time
in the shadow of the New York skyline. we grew up too fast
now we're falling apart
like the ashes of American flags.
if the sun doesn't rise, we'll replace it with an H-bomb explosion.
a painted jail cell
of light in the sky
like three-mile-island
nightmares on TVs that sing us to sleep.
they burn on an on
like an oil field
or a memory of what it felt like
to burn on and on and not just fade away.
all those nights in the basement,
the kids are still screaming,
"on and on and on and on..............."
war all of the time
in the shadow of the New York skyline. we grew up too fast
now we're falling apart
like the ashes of American flags
and we're blowing in the wind.
we don't know where to land
so we kiss like little kids-
we used to be very tall building
but we've been falling for so long.
now your eyes are a sign on the
edge of town,
they offer a welcome,
when you are leaving.
war all of the time
in the shadow of the New York skyline. we grew up too fast
now we're falling apart
like the ashes of American flags
when the pieces fall it's like a last-day parade
and the fires in our streets start to rage
so wave to those people who long to wave back
from the fabric of a flag that sang
"Love all of the time."
War all the time
War all the time
War all the time
All of the time
War all the time
War all the time
War all the time
All of the time
All of the time
All of the time
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