Island Loops - The So So Glos

Down in the street they walk on by

Taking all the money from the hole in the sky

Well, I saw someone in the satellite sun

With a briefcase in his hand, or was he holding a gun?

They got the purse, but they don’t stand a chance

There’s a battle all around, he said, «Fuck art, let’s dance»

While I was standing by on an ATM

And people waiting in line to get that freedom in their hands

And I know that these streets

That these streets were never paved with gold

But that’s just so we’re told

And our story books are all dated and old

And you know you can rewrite them, should the pages fall

And the ones who don’t believe, well, fuck them all

Right around the corner the from your dixie cup fun

There’s the malt liquor drums all beatin' on the slums

You walk on by, but don’t you feel afraid

That your 40oz will be a cappuccino some day

Well I know, that these streets

That these streets were never paved with gold

But that’s just so we’re told

And your dreams these days it seems are bought and sold

But the feeling still breathes in a crowded dance hall

And the ones who don’t believe, well, fuck them all

But these streets were never paved with gold

But that’s just so we’re told

And your dreams these days it seems are bought and sold

But you know you can rewrite them, should the pages fall

And the ones who don’t believe