Me And Ed Loyce Lyrics

The vagrant on my corner who is speaking to birds

is as crazy as the commute on their way home from work

well hey ya'll, Let's get apocoalyptic

WE're all down to get down

Down down to get down

If on our knees will be the lead to the top of the food chain

Let the foxes dig holes in the stations

Ain't this such a grand new dark age!?

Why shouldn't they believe that their homes just an Ashbury Park!?

In the opposing hands were bulky two inch thinck

overlapping pages of white paper

Whose flawless black print in a comparison

to our chewed nails was much fucking smaller

No one around here ever seems to notice the mountains awaiting out east

But that carrot is within reach!

That carrot is within reach!!

so we've got to get down just to get down

and we keep on tracking the beast

so do you hear the tune of a thousand

tramples streets they sing me off to sleep

where I am chased by stampeding machines

only to awake to give into the chase all again