Harmony Parking Lot Song
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โฑ๏ธ 2:57 duration
๐ ID: 2759189
๐ Lyrics
This one's for every drug problem that got stopped in its tracks
By a trip to rehab
I'll miss railing pills with you in the park
This one's for every friend that decided not to drop out
And stay at their moms house
I'll miss you on the street corner when it starts to get dark
Because tonight I'm crying 'bout the crackhouse that got torn down
In the centre of town
And tonight I'm laughing 'bout the army recruitment station
Lying vacant
Here's to the rubble, a brick through every window
A casket buried six feet deep for everybody's heroes
Here's to our lives being meaningless
And how beautiful it is, 'cause freedom doesn't have a purpose
This one's for every arsonist that got locked down
Before they burnt the cities down
I'll miss seeing the skyscrapers on fire
This one's for every friend that got taken off the street
So the upperclass could sleep
So the upperclass could sleep
I'll miss the spray-paint and slashed tires
Because tonight I can smell the pigs around the corner
On the shortness of your breath
And tonight I can taste the whiskey from across the room
In the stumbling of your steps
Here's to the rubble, a brick through every window
A casket buried six feet deep for everybody's heroes
Here's to our lives being meaningless
And how beautiful it is, because freedom doesn't have a purpose
By a trip to rehab
I'll miss railing pills with you in the park
This one's for every friend that decided not to drop out
And stay at their moms house
I'll miss you on the street corner when it starts to get dark
Because tonight I'm crying 'bout the crackhouse that got torn down
In the centre of town
And tonight I'm laughing 'bout the army recruitment station
Lying vacant
Here's to the rubble, a brick through every window
A casket buried six feet deep for everybody's heroes
Here's to our lives being meaningless
And how beautiful it is, 'cause freedom doesn't have a purpose
This one's for every arsonist that got locked down
Before they burnt the cities down
I'll miss seeing the skyscrapers on fire
This one's for every friend that got taken off the street
So the upperclass could sleep
So the upperclass could sleep
I'll miss the spray-paint and slashed tires
Because tonight I can smell the pigs around the corner
On the shortness of your breath
And tonight I can taste the whiskey from across the room
In the stumbling of your steps
Here's to the rubble, a brick through every window
A casket buried six feet deep for everybody's heroes
Here's to our lives being meaningless
And how beautiful it is, because freedom doesn't have a purpose