[Verse 1]
             
Milemarker twe

            
nty-seven says

 we’re on the 

way to Heaven
            
And I smile at

              
 the passenger

     
 seat
      
Forty miles fr

om Chicago

There is snow on the windshield

And you’re downtown dragging your feet

             
Now I’m circli

              
ng the block a

        
round Union Ce

ntral Station
              
And there are 

            
bullets flying

             
 into the car
         
It’s the same 

as it’s always

 been
         
It’s the same 

as it’s always

 been

            
Two-hundred mi

les from Chica

go:

There is blood on the windshield
         
And I am reeli

ng as you gath

er your things
         
I said I don’t

 know what to 

do anymore

As if I knew what to do before
      
I can fuck up 

almost anythin

g


[Chorus]
             
I don’t think 

              
that I would e

  
xactly call it

 love
         
But it’s dripp

ing down my co

nsciousness
            
As you’re slip

ping down my l

ungs


[Verse 2]
             
I want to buil

              
d you a protes

         
t out of stick

s and rocks
              
I find in the 

            
backyard behin

      
d the house yo

u grew up in
             
In loving memo

      
ry of all our 

nonconformity
             
I want to sing

              
 you a signal 

             
that reaches o

nly the ears
            
Of young disen

           
franchised str

aight white bo

ys
             
Because that w

              
ould feel norm

        
al, and none o

f this does


[Chorus]
             
I don’t think 

              
that I would e

 
xactly call it

 love
         
But it’s dripp

ing down my co

nsciousness
          
As you’re slip

ping down my l

ungs

             
So save it for

              
 a rainy day a

   
nd maybe then 

you’ll see
             
That I am like

              
 the earth, ol

              
d man, there’s

 
 no way around

 me


[Verse 3]
             
But even in my

 
 dreams
              
I still don’t 

            
know the diffe


rence between
             
What it is I w

           
ant and what i

       
t is I need
              
I wanna see yo

               
u be brave
              
I wanna see yo

    
u surviving
            
I wanna see bo

th of us
             
Prospering and

 
 thriving sepa

rately

             
I want the cat

          
harsis of know

ing
            
Something bad’

           
s about to hap

pen
             
But also knowi

             
ng that I can’

            
t do anything 

 
about it
             
Because your n

              
ew house just 

      
don’t shut
              
Quite like the

            
 one you grew 

   
up in used to
             
I wanna come a

   
nd visit
            
I wanna see th

   
is through, bu

t
            
I never will b

              
ecause you’re 

            
just not what 

  
I need
             
And I am just 

             
not what you w

ant
              
Though you’re 

            
in everyone I 


meet and

             
We’ll say fuck

             
 the banks but

             
 we’ll still u

             
se them every 


day
             
And when we fi

              
ght amongst ou

   
rselves
            
The banks will

        
 say “Okay
              
Have you been 

             
spending all y

             
our capital on

            
 causes you de

   
em just?
             
You keep doing

             
 what you can,

            
 we’ll keep do

            
ing what we mu

st.”
             
So despite wha

           
t you have lea

rned
             
In songs for w

             
hich you’d tak

    
e a bullet
             
You won’t find

           
 objective tru

th
            
In a final rhy

     
ming couplet
              
A couplet, a c

             
ouplet, a coup


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