oh yeah
still in misery
the gentle rolling hills
(frozen waves of tears)
the concrete closed skulls
(buildings abandoned to dust)

plastic grins
sheets raised above your necks
can you fool me into feeling real
and I wonder if I'm really free

yeah
we know I am
here by my choice
gone as I will and where I please
across the lines I wander
can I make it
that far by dusk

yeah
I'm comin'
light the fire, I'll be cold
still here
in misery

230/79 (8/18/79)