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Harmony Parking Lot 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 mom's house.
I'll miss you on the street corner when it starts to get dark
because tonight I'm crying about the crack house that got torn down
in the center of town.
And tonight I'm laughing about 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 hero.
Here's to our lives being meaningless and how beautiful it is because 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 SKY SCRAPERS ON FIRE.
This one's for every friend that got taken off the streets so the upper class could sleep so the upper class could sleep.
I'll miss the spraypaint and slashed tires
because tonight I can't smell the pigs around the corner on the shortness of your breath
and tonight I can't 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 HERO.
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 mom's house.
I'll miss you on the street corner when it starts to get dark
because tonight I'm crying about the crack house that got torn down
in the center of town.
And tonight I'm laughing about 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 hero.
Here's to our lives being meaningless and how beautiful it is because freedom doesn't have a purpose.
before they burnt the cities down.
I'LL MISS SEEING THE SKY SCRAPERS ON FIRE.
This one's for every friend that got taken off the streets so the upper class could sleep so the upper class could sleep.
I'll miss the spraypaint and slashed tires
because tonight I can't smell the pigs around the corner on the shortness of your breath
and tonight I can't 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 HERO.
HERE'S TO OUR LIVES BEING MEANINGLESS, AND HOW BEAUTIFUL IT IS BECAUSE FREEDOM DOESN'T HAVE A PURPOSE!
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bbq49 On Apr 11, 2008
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I am pretty sure it goes: Here's to the rebel. A brick through every window, a casket buried six feet deep for everybody's hero. Here's to our lives being meaningless and how beautiful it is because freedom doesn't have a purpose.
No, it's "Here's to the rubble" You were right about "A brick through every window" though.
No, it's "Here's to the rubble" You were right about "A brick through every window" though.
No, it's "Here's to the rubble" You were right about "A brick through every window" though.
No, it's "Here's to the rubble" You were right about "A brick through every window" though.
I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be "a brick through every window."
This song is so amazing and genius.