I pictured the city a little smaller
I thought she'd ask my name
We held hands by some old hooker
Who held a sign a that read 'insane'

They talk about the bombs that blew up beirut
They were half asleep on the beach
I count the waves that just missed me
And write 'revolution' at my feet

Tomorrow i'll go buy a gun
And shoot it up at the sun
Knowing somewhere it's still night
I'm shooting cause i'm sick of the light

The women wear the gowns and start signing
A song i think ive never heard
It's about a dead man still working
Who only got what he deserved

Cross your legs
Hold your weight
Cross your legs
Hold your weight

Lyrics submitted by poison/oak

Glad We Weren't There song meanings
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