City of Daughters

Oh, City of Daughters Is that what you wanted to be? Oh, City of Daughters Is that what you wanted to be? Oh, City of Daughters Is it not safe to say you've come when called? A minor point of contention It's the pointlessness of the invention Trust, there's no need to remind us We're all dying alone tonight In a City of Daughters Sister, I confess, I have forgotten just what it is that you wanted to be Fluffing and a-folding those clothes that you were sold in To servicing what it is you always wanted to be In Vancouver, things are simple when they fit you to a "T" Once again, you have refused the new p***ographies A minor bone of contention It's the soullessness of the convention Rock 'n' Roll sure came through for you Why would anybody want it to? What is it about music that lends itself so well To business-as-fucking-usual? A minor source of contention The resourcelessness of the convention Rock 'n' Roll sure came through for you Why would anyone want it to When we can burn the living Proof, go --- City of Daughters - Destroyer