Sixth Street

Sixth Street
There’s too much noise on Sixth Street
Like a brick in a washing machine
And the alleys look like bed sheets
Wrinkled in the morning haze of gray routine
The tangerines and coffee
The sweetest taste could always drive you up a wall If hunger is a freight train
Then the pain unfolds the maps of urban sprawl
I’ve made a comeback in a time Enforced to memorize the lines Upon the pavement and the page, Behind the scenes and on the stage
Ooh
A fire escapade for two
Ooh
An alley serenade in view
Oh the modern day brigade
The loudest silence ever made
Came printed on the faded page today
Let the sun slide down the porcelain
Of a cerulean cereal bowl sky
Let it hang for the homeless man
The polished shoes paid by smokes of passerby
You’ll all just turn into suburban fathers
Your claim to game wrapped round your fleeting cigarette Why have a broken heart-to-heart
When I could always come at you hand-to-hand
We hold our jackets at the sleeves
One hand gives while one receives
And though the warmth spreads underneath The cold wind nips like wolfish teeth
Ooh
A fire escapade for two
Ooh
An alley serenade in view
Oh the modern day brigade The loudest silence ever made
Came printed on the faded page today
The raven’s on the telephone
Nevermore, those frozen talons on the wire Look upon those avine militants
Touching shoulders, like a feathered gothic choir
Even in the depths of winter
Those frigid splinters can’t withstand the warmth we hold The warpath to destruction
Is paved with good intentions, but not all good is gold
So knock my cards to the station floor And watch me eye the closest door You’ve earned a place in memory
The price you pay for cruelty
Ooh
A fire escapade for two
Ooh
An alley serenade in view
Oh the modern day brigade
The loudest silence ever made
Came printed on the faded page today
Ooh
A fire escapade for two
Ooh
An alley serenade in view
Oh the modern day brigade
The loudest silence ever made
Came printed on the faded page today
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