Exactly the Same

We'll get out, you and I.
Frightful, felonious farces.
Play out under hideous concrete skies.
Big fish, small pond.
Big dick!
That was quick.
You're an animal in a concrete jungle.
But the ceiling's the same.
Forest canopy, sunroof,
Cigarettes or banana leaves
Rape, business, mudhut, highrise.
Get out tomorrow.
Get out tomorrow.
Go to work, go to bed, drive a car,
fuck the wife.
Fucked your life.

We'll get out, you and I.
Hop a train that leads somewhere
exactly the same
but you'll be able to let down your hair,
and reinvent yourself
and keep your head out of the oven
and your life out of the drain.
I'll avoid that tie
that horrible, simple tie
that could have been a noose
now we've been cut loose
with strangers in their ruts
instead of family
who've gone nuts.

Reckless. We're so reckless.
There are cities with graveyards
and graveyards with cities.
Parasitic, symbiotic?
Pass the joint and hope it's chronic,
don't think too much and sleep all night
and it might just turn out
alright.
We'll get out.
We'll get out.
We're on a train.
Going somewhere exactly the same.