And those punk kids dance till a quarter to three
Then the lights go out mysteriously
And the gates collapse on the corner store
And the streets jam up like a needle into the vein.

Don't stop talking
Cause I'm not watching
All the lies you told and the faces you forgot
These days are on my mind
Don't shout at me a shout you can't define.

And the lovers love till a quarter to six
Then the sun comes home anxiously
And the poets cry out
"What have we done?"
But the earth keeps turning
Like it never begun.

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Anarchist In Exile song meanings
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