Skyscrapers by Cheap City

This might be the end
Something I can’t name
This could be the end
Something I can’t say

It’s in the grinding of the city sprawl
Skyscrapers and strip malls
There ain’t nothing I can do
To keep me close to you

I wake up and I’ve got a metal taste in my mouth
I brush my gums raw but I can’t get it out
So I head across the road to the dollar store
I’ve got a lot of mouthwash but could always buy more
And then I’m spitting out fluoride on the hot city street
But my mouth still has the taste of fresh concrete
Those bastards they don’t care at all

But those bastards they don’t care at all
Just build a higher sea wall
There’s nothing I can do
To keep me close to you

So I’m gonna look inward again

It’s in the grinding of the city sprawl
Skyscrapers and strip malls
There ain’t nothing I can do
To keep me close to you

So I’m gonna look inward again
So I’m gonna look inward again

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