Damaged Goods

Damaged goods Broken houses broken cars Broken arrows broken stars Yeah broken stop signs too Broken men with broken backs, Torn up bags and ripped up flags This town reminds me of you Broken light bulbs bring in black Before you know it you'll be back Back to these neighbourhoods We'll dance upon a broken chair To broken music with a flair We'll dance like damaged goods Randomised proportions of familiar trash Six atm's with no cash Colour faded pictures Of the good old broken days Nothing to repossess All framed in broken glass Damaged goods Women smile without no teeth But frankly it's a great relief i'll gladly cut there beef Birds all singing out of tune snow falls on the first of june And i thought that yòu were fucked up I'ld send a post card yes i'ld try but every pencil's ink is dry No pigeons to fly I'ld try to call you if i could but all the phone booths Closed for good all operators dead The whole town's out of cigarettes all coffee's burned But hey i guess that's how it works around here I guess i'm stuck here for a while but then again it like it's style I like this broken pace the looks upon no face damaged goods Not sure i'll ever leave this place the railroad just ran out of grace The amtrac's siren's flat All windows closed all curtains cut all posters torn all shops all shut The local radio's dead no sci-fi fear no wifi here The butcher's selling bones and beer i wish you were here All 3 leg dogs and no tail cats All rabbits jumping out no hat Oh won't you drop by please You'ld love the sight of these Damaged goods Damaged goods