Fred Gillen Jr.

Lyrics

Dogfood

Those lights look more like dragon fires than stars
The bubbling magma veins are only cars
Lining up like ants they march but find no sustenance
In the harsh, fluorescent, neon, concrete dessert

When it rains the water sits in stagnant pools
Breeding insects to infect us fools
We traded in our freedom for a tiny, shiny box
Racing on a raging slab to nowhere

Skidding all the way to the dogfood factory
You can grind my bones but my soul will still be free

You can run untill your souls fall from your feet
You can burn rubber up this street
You can have the longest stride of any in this place
But you’ll never win in this fixed race

Skidding all the way to the dogfood factory
You can grind my bones but my soul will still be free

Young people are risking their lives tonight
For a moment of feeling strong and beautiful and bright
Some will survive and some will die

Posted Wednesday, October 13th 2004

 


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