Robbery from Midlife Chrysler by Jeremy Moses Curtis

Rogue waves fell one after the other
Filled our lungs and held us under
It was so hard to breathe

Like a robbery of the strangest kind
A loss of blood and beautiful minds
We were left holding the bag

Heavy days like heavy does
Numb to the numbers with no help from above
I see the signs all over the lawns

The news was endless you couldn't unsee it
We watched the country break on our little TV's
The blues was back but was it ever really gone?

And down on palm screen street where the zombies meet
Scalping tickets to scrollers and low brow trollers
Step right up and watch the truth die

Heavy days just like heavy does
Numb to the numbers with no help from above
I see the signs all over the lawns

Me, I'm in my cups
With one good crutch looking over my shoulder
I'm singing for my supper

• Rock
• Roots music
• Boston