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Five Iron Frenzy ... Zero To Fifteen
© by Five Iron Frenzy (see also the legal notice). For personal use only.
*** Zero To Fifteen ***
My car broke down in Arizona, have to ride the bus again, at ten-o-clock
on Tuesday night, with thtirteen cents and a broken pen. I put my backpack
on the bench, tell two people I don't smoke, see the cop across the street,
he thinks that I am selling dope, I could have walked another block, to
get away from the scene. Why does it always come to this, where the zero
meets the fifteen? And so I gave my thirteen cents, to the man who peed
his pants. He passes out and falls on me, I watch my change fall from
his hand. I see the lady next to me, holds her baby black blue. The junkie
gutter punks keep asking, where I got my new tattoo. What does it matter
anyway, thirteen cents or all I own? How can I ever save the world, on
cup-o-soup and student loans? I want to try and save the world, but it
never goes that way. God I don't know what to do, down at Colfax and Broadway.
Now the man with no shoes on, says I don't know how to play. He says I
fumble all the time. He thinks that I am John Elway. I put my face down
in my hands, water wells inside my eyes. What do I have to give them?
Does it matter if I try? I can't stand to see you suffer, I try to intellectualize,
a formula to end you pain, it doesn't work, God knows I've tried. Sometimes
my cup is overfilled. Sometimes I'm too afraid that I'm going to spill.
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