Kenosha by Maddy Ringo

Oh, Kenosha
I can see the sunset
Through the smoke that follows
Over Indiana

Native concrete
Watch the signs for changes
In the cold steel arms
Of the same old goddamn highway

We are too many miles gone
The breeze is blowing gasoline
My face is made of chemicals
And I don’t know what winter means

Oh, Chicago
Full of human travellers
Rolling through the hallways
Of the city center

Give me shelter
We’ll have jazz and coffee
In the jigsaw houses
Til our minds are steady

We are too many miles gone
The breeze is blowing gasoline
My face is made of chemicals
And I don’t know what winter means

We were thrown to the atmosphere
When Jesus built the rain machine
It gave us all the sense of time
That’s treated with diazepene

Oh, Kenosha
I can see the sunset
Through the smoke that follows
Over Indiana

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