Cities Become Less Important

Les Mouches

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I had a shock when the whirring of the city street
It seemed to increase
I have a lock, I have a roof, a rug for my bare feet
Still, there is unease

Where I had swept the broken glass from the hallway floor
I acted too late
The city crept through the opening beneath the door
To lie in wait

Your jacking is keeping me awake

I'm telling you for the last time to roll down your sleeves
It's true, there's a hundred million boys that I could slime
If you let me leave