Buried in the Basement

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Here in the City

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Lyrics

Out in the darkness, we will be waiting
In the back of a black bulletproof limosine
To steal you away from the boredom of stating
That you're here and alive and aware of the scene

But you forgot about yourself
You forgot about the mirror in your bathroom
And the people on the staircase at work
You can stand there on the outside of this car
And fix your hair and put on makeup for the show
Or you can hop inside and sit behind reflections
Watching people like they see themselves at home

Out in the darkness, absorbing the street lights
We'll be parked where the bravest of moths fear to tread
So turn out your mind and open your pockets
We'll fill them with money and your heart full of lead

Don't bother listening to your gut
It's full of instinct that ignores the facts we're telling you
You know what's right and true, you know it
You're never here; you're someplace far away and basically deceased
Now all the youngsters laugh at you
We'd like to take a look at all the flesh and bones you walk aound with
Swapping old parts out for new