2nd Ave 11 Am lyrics

out of your personal scripture, philomel, she comes.
you sing songs to everyone about love and law and guns.
but paint a dirtier picture,
and i think you know the one: you`re not saving anyone.
you`re not saving anyone.
oh, just open your door.
be a flaneur once more.
you`re not walking anymore,
you`re not talking anymore.
overturning the strictures,
you leave yourself with none of your sinners to be saved,
or your comforts that you crave.
it`s a volatile mixture: the zealot and the rum.
so you knew it couldnt be won;
still hard lost because hard run.
so here`s to things that console,
and to at least knowing your role, and to never being done.
you`re a rabbit on the run.
ne, ne travaillez jamais:
no, never work, that`s what they say.
mais ne, ne, ne, nous n`arretons pas:
no, dont lets stop until it`s done.
you`re a rabbit on the run.
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