Crimes lyrics

There`s a fire
on Junk Island where
they send their garbage
is anybody listening?

After work we`ll watch
the seagulls diving in
and out of the lashing towers of flame.

It twinkles like a pile
of rotting jewels left
to bake in the sun.
Is anybody listening?

We`re just like those condom wrappers: used up torn up
thrown away.
And we`re just like yesterday`s headlines:
drifting, floating, towards the blaze.

If we rob the
liquor store we could
be in Tijuana by the crack of dawn.
If we rob the
mayor`s mansion
we could pawn his pawn his modern art and make a fortune.
If we rob the lonely widow
we could steal her credit cards
and buy a cottage by the ocean.
If we swim to Junk Island we`ll burn up like the seagulls
and the whiskey bottles.

We`re scrapped valentines.
We`re tangerine rinds.
We`re crimes, crimes, crimes, crimes, crimes. (x4)

And the children
in the subway
eating apple cores.
Is anybody listening?
They`re breathing paint out of plastic bags.
Their mumbled mouths say:
`Is anybody listening?`
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