My Favorite Year

You in white, and me in grey go well tonight
So let's linger here
This used to be my favorite palm tree––
I was starving in that shithouse, the world
But now it's gone
And the whole point of everything's the "moving on."
Well, let's see, a calm and a storm and––okay!––a star's born
Now let me just sit here and eat these almonds, on 3 and 4 and...!

Beware the company you reside in! Beware the company you reside in!
Beware the company you reside in! Beware the company you reside in!
Beware the company you reside in! Beware the company you reside in!
Beware the company you reside in!
Beware!

Nicole, she, blasted on ecstasy
In some East Pender hovel circa 1993
It was a good year, it was a very good year
And now it's gone
They're saying the whole point of everything's the "moving on."
Well, I can't help but feel somewhat opposed to this
My shit having been torched by fascists
Though, in some small way, we're all traitors to our own kind...