Make No Plans by Fixx
They're looking at me from a magazine
These eyes haunt me though I am unseen
From Tompkins Park to the dirty beach
The anger's mounting and it is in reach
Misrepresented or misunderstanded
They're crawling 'round us in the neighborhood
They make a profit from the sheer decay
Kill the birthright on a summer's day
Craw out of your hole tied to the post
What have you got to lose?
Out of control, you at the polls
Make no bone, circle 'round me
Out of my tree, loving and free
But why I am feeling this doubt?
Shaking, I shout
Make no plans for me, make no plans
Mean and moaning, are we impotent
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