Ghettoblaster by Simon Joyner Lyrics

The moon is [pending] lazy, me, I’m just down and out
The streets are [blithered] crazy with choppers speeding about
And horses are dragging tourists around the neighborhood
Those damn kids with their blasters are destroying the moon

Feeling [fine] by using their imagination
Imagination, Imagination
Imagination, isn’t it beautiful, man?

[I want into] a hall, a back door
I sit in the corner, my sweat dances on the floor
The band breaks my heart, the music barks in my chest
I want to touch somebody but all I got are cigarettes

And I need a light if I’m going to find resignation
Resignation, resignation
Resignation, isn’t it sensible, man?

Sometimes I get the feeling and it’s creeping [oppressions]
The past comes back to the kitchen like a face-masked rapist
[If you] want to put a bullet or a foot in your mouth
You’re still trying to blow your brains out
So I’m leaving, I can’t stand feeling hesitation
Hesitation, hesitation
Hesitation, run for your life if you can

Well, I’m the beautiful lost loser with a chip in his mouth
But I’m too [dull] to scrape, dig or spit it out
They say you’re better die [at] brush and floss and exercise
But black or no black, we’re all going to die

[ ] [wobbles], don’t fall down, they just get kicked around

Waiting for, waiting for jubilation
Jubilation, jubilation
Jubilation, jubilation
Jubilation, but me I’m just down and out
Just down and out of it