It's times like these when a neck looks for a knife, a wrist for a razor, a heart is longing for bullets. Tension is high under sea and over sky. Pressure drop, people are acting foolish. Ooh, but it's easy to see... ooh, we could dance and be free... but it looks like it's gone, gone, gone...
Ted Leo is the man, my friends.
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