Lyrics

Skull & Roses and a Terrapin Station sticker Peeling off the back-end of a Chrysler Town & Country We saw blowin' through a stoplight in the middle Of a North Chicago suburb in the middle of Another bummer of an afternoon Had to say that I was up to something You heard me sounding bitter 'round a hotel In a far-off state Suppose it's time we had a conversation— Not the type I've learned to kind of like in hindsight But the type I've learned over time to hate to say I hate Like I hate to say I hate the way this city smells In the summertime come late July It's tar; the L-Track's spark. It's the dog shit in the park It's the sludge dripping down into my parking spot I could really use a word or two That'd wash away the doubt I could really use a story we could both cry tears about I could really use some rain, but I can't spot a single cloud So there's nothing I can do about it now By a weirdo statue with a teal patina [but not the kind you'd ever wanna pay for] Something took me down unexpectedly A subtle pounding by my eyelid Subtle, then resounding in the center of my forehead And the pound became a knock, and the knock politely said: Man, I hate the way you hate The way this city sells itself to passersby come late July Streets all blocked off by the field Where the masses have congealed Looking like blue jay flocks 'round beer gardens It's easy to play crank when you're the one not having fun And every weekend brings a range Of mange and anger 'till it's done Find an awning, wait it out Pray no lightning from the clouds But ain't there something you can do about it now?