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90’s world leaders in portrait pictures
and a bed frame with barbed wire curled
round broken computers, their motherboards useless, they’re just another colour on the pile.
And I don’t miss it, my city’s gone missing,
I hated it all anyway.
So bring on the burning, a dove stuck on red string, We’ll call it the end of days.
And soon I’ll die like the rest of them.
Tell me a story, torn up teddy,
before the oil fire tide sends you as smog to the sky. Yea tell me a story, torn up teddy,
before the oil fire tide sends you as smog to the sky.
I swear that power plant was by Gloucester Boulevard where uncle Roy used to work.
His tongue was always yellow from uranium he’d swallowed and I’m pretty sure it glowed in the dark.
I don’t miss it, my city’s gone missing,
I never liked people that much.
The rubble of a century spewed out in front of me,
I’m wading through, I hear my boots crunch.
Now I’m gonna die like the rest of them,
Tell me a story, torn up teddy,
before the oil fire tide sends you as smog to the sky. Yea tell me a story, torn up teddy,
before the oil fire tide sends you as smog to the sky.
When I was a kid, I thought it would be so cool to tread through a post-apocalypse. When I was a kid, I thought it would be so cool to tread through a post-apocalypse. All my friends are dead! I thought it would be so cool to tread through a post- apocalypse.
So, teddy, please...
Tell me a story;
before the oil fire tide sends you as smog to the sky. Yea tell me a story, torn up teddy,
before the oil fire tide sends you as smog to the sky.
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