Modern Dislocation Songtext
von Crooked Fingers

Don′t know why you come here, lady
There are none here worth your hating
Only gentle enemies and sad songs
Like throwing money in a wishing well
You throw your phony love into yourself
Play like a legend in a land where you don't belong


Well, c′mon, feel the modern dislocation
Wasting in the homogenization
Until the bastards take you in on low your time
Well, shame, oh, shame, ain't nothing's gonna save you
You can let it go and let it hang you
Subtle wires sending lies down a long slow straight line

I see you coast across the street tonight
Hoping for pretty boys, they′re in so fine
Easy to tangle up, even easier to break free
There′re no uglier ones, so plain to see
And if you'd like a taste, come take a drink
A little wine can make the ugly ones all seem so more


Well, c′mon, feel the modern dislocation
Taking in the audiolization
Until the bastards rake you in on low your kind
Well, I'm not saying anyone can save you
You can let ′em go and let 'em hang you
Subtle wires sending lies down a long slow straight line