Luyện nghe bài hát Poisenville Kids No Wins/Reprise (This Must Be Our Time)

This is the of what you don't know killing you
This is the of what you don't need still true
This is the sound of what you don't want in you
Never

When a live wire lights little metal rail
When a of engineering steered me clear in to the plight
Right before the bodegas open, after the peak of
Before the delivered, I sat on the corner and sparked a light

The same corner I perched when I zone dropped on the block
At almost 5 O'clock watching for sun spots or clerks
Alone spot, almost kinda like the was forgot
As if the had been reset and couldn't catch to the clock

Or the was stuck in the past a half minute
And I sat in it
With a loosie Newpy drift out of my lips, taste, minted
on

And I felt like a hundred bucks in the pocket of a gambling
At a Wondershowzen with the druids of destructo luck
Fugitoid on the run again, the sky gleamed, the coloring
Layered against the bluest tone where the thunder lived

Here I was directly it like some dejected little gray
And they told to stay and wait for the
A cotton ball in a blizzard of or brain prison
With a thought that rode on the bus and for conjugal visits

And fucked it's way into my gray matter, the tattered
chattering and nagging till it demanded it yell it for me
And I tried to hold the thing back', but the was otherly
Fixated on what a friend said and relating it to my

void so damn smothering
But we were children of
And saw the seduction less

And reserved the as the triggerman
With the back up plan of self
And I touched the of chemicals
could pull me towards that function

It's the stuff I find for discussion
How the do you explain
Your our own destruction
And still trusted?

To the question, yes, the city wants you gone
And thats the only connecting us
But the is so strong
So how dare you assume that I'll when you're dead
is well outside the boundaries of acceptable behavior

I will not give you the go
And you will not be fondly
I'm down the gauntlet
Fuck you, isn't your decision

And for all the holy fuck I
Your little spectacle is
But don't think for one second
honored your obligations to me

I'm serious, in my eyes
I find this funny or whatever you imagine poetry
And justice like when you combine them
I am not going to allow this on my watch
Nobodies with your imagined sacrifice
Device or regret

You are not uniquely
And if you go we won't be
And who the are you to put me through
The banality of watching

Cause many better men have
For clearly reasons
And I starkly must you
That you have not even been

And the only thing
Remarkable you
me if I'm lying

We are outnumbered but we were never out militiad
There's no dignity for criminals, no for the wicked
In this if you make a sound
You're the with the most fingers

The league of nobodies
The other bringing in ringers
No faith in the majority, no hope for the little
Sally a pistol out, Billy got a blunderbuss

So what the are you feeling
That makes your so wondrous?
Enough to arrogantly
What's left of the rug out under us?

I think not, you're in the same
All us other are caught
And if I have to live, you to live
Whether you like this or not
on

Dedicated to the drowning, and the futility of
The desperate friends forced to
And to my good friends who
To allow it to to me

You who you are
You know what I'm talking
Believe me, man, I

Never, never, never, gonna get that way
Never, never, never, gonna get that way
Never, never, never, get that way again
Never, never, never, gonna get that way

Never, never, never, gonna get that way
Never, never, never, gonna get that way
Never, never, never, gonna get that way
Never, never, never, gonna get way again
Never,