Everybody Sings from Chapter Six by String Fiction

You were a misty eyed and
forlorn thing
naivety incarnate, all wisdom drawn
to spare change in the wind

You woke me with smoke
From a dream in which I had drowned
You’d set fire to the house with a letter
telling me
You’d skipped town

We're going home

You packed yourself a bag
Full of memories of solid ground
As the smoke alarms they sang, they sang..
Burn this fucker down

All the blacked out windows and
smashed up picture frames
Made it easy to hit the road and finally
Finally fly again

We're going home

You're a vision in my headlights
Reminds me of when it was easy to hurt
Before the cancer of livelihood, weighed us..
Weighed us down

As I run your car off the road you spin
Into the fate you found
The tyres oh, the tyres they sing...
Burn this fucker down

We're going home

As I walk across, the desert road
To your burning wreck
The smile in your eyes of
Sex, death and lies
Brings back things, I'll not forget

As I take your hand and carry you free
We survey the haze
We see a town in our gaze, and
one thought comes ablaze...
Burn this fucker down.

We're going home

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