"Chinatown" as written by and Paul S. Haslinger....
6 am
I’m hurtling home again
A sad device at The precipice
Of something fake Intelligent, my friend
Still I’m not through
I still take these Walks with you
You’re the story That nowhere went
Become the current Event

I’ve been shooting the Pop junk up again
Strung out on the Feeling you sold me
Hold hands, This is our refrain:
I’m not hurt; sell me Love again,
if you Call it love I’m hurtling Home insane
And we are all
just Fingerprints of some Sublime hand
That closes and opens
The sign that something Was stolen
But no sign of life
In the statues that Used to be my friends
So make love to the Mannequins
or Sell me something

I’ve been shooting the Pop junk up again
Strung out on the Feeling you sold me
Hang on, here’s the Old refrain:
I’m not hurt; sell me Love again,
if you Call it love
Yr kiss is fair trade
I’m not hurt,
I’m Hurtling home insane

My darling, I’m trying;
I’m buying into you again

Coz I’ve been shouting the Pop junk up again
Lost love, it’s a feeling You sold me
Anything to feel Less lonely
Anything to feel Less homely
It’s 6am we’re Hurtling home again
So we can begin
Fair trade
Insane
Fair trade
Insane


Lyrics submitted by lovemetal23

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