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Vacant King
If you open a window on a dark and rainy night
While a breeze is blowing and your nerves are stretched too tight
You can see and hear the silhouettes long echoes of the past
There’s a pensiveness among us and a spark that’s almost past
Oh Vacant King, you know what I mean?
Oh Vacant King, you know what I mean?
Will we give up and lay down let their message eat out minds?
Relinquish poise for desperation?
Be an accessory to the crimes stepping through these piss stained sidewalks
Hearing voices in the dark while the hounds weed through the buckshot
Oh Vacant King, do you know what I mean?
Oh Vacant King, do you know what I mean?
I remember every morning of the sun exploding dawns
When the traffic moved like ants while fingers suppressed the yawns
They were fed a line of bullshit and they held it in their hands
Sounding off around the clock
While the puppeteers grandstand
Oh Vacant King, do you know what I mean?
Oh Vacant King, do you know what I mean?
All the names and numbers were kept constantly on watch
They doped them with religion valium and scotch
A thousand different hero’s stretched across their tiny screens
They played it loud and fast and It muffled all the screams
Do you know what I mean?
Oh Vacant King, do you know what I mean?
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