Bang

Here we are going nowhere And it's not bad, could it be worse? The ice cream man's got a new line of work We go up, up, up, try holdin' on To almost there but it won't come today They're holding court on Montrose and 21st And the cops don't care, they want it to get worse It goes bang, bang, bang, bang Nothing changed, they just gaslight the blame They ought to make a dance For when the world shits its pants You go up, up, up, try holdin' on To almost there but it won't come You go up, up, up, try holdin' on To almost there but it won't come And we'll remember everything The dogs in the rain And the sunken eyes Feelin' so strange Like, how many more How many more How many more How many more How many more How many more How many more How It goes bang, bang, bang, bang Heartless thieves, it ain't me but it might as well be --- Bang - Mt. Joy