Damaged Goods - Daan

broken houses broken cars

broken arrows broken stars

yeah broken stop signs too

broken men with broken backs,

torn up bags and ripped up flags

this town reminds me of you

broken light bulbs bring in black

before you know it you’ll be back

back to these neighbourhoods

we’ll dance upon a broken chair

to broken music with a flair

we’ll dance like damaged goods

randomised proportions of familiar trash

six atm’s with no cash

colour faded pictures

of the good old broken days

nothing to repossess

all framed in broken glass

damaged goods

women smile without no teeth

but frankly it’s a great relief i’ll gladly cut there beef

birds all singing out of tune snow falls on the first of june

and i thought that yòu were fucked up

i’ld send a post card yes i’ld try but every pencil’s ink is dry

no pigeons to fly

i’ld try to call you if i could but all the phone booths

closed for good all operators dead

the whole town’s out of cigarettes all coffee’s burned

but hey i guess that’s how it works around here

i guess i’m stuck here for a while but then again it like it’s style

i like this broken pace the looks upon no face damaged goods

not sure i’ll ever leave this place the railroad just ran out of grace

the amtrac’s siren’s flat

all windows closed all curtains cut all posters torn all shops all shut

the local radio’s dead no sci-fi fear no wifi here

the butcher’s selling bones and beer i wish you were here

all 3 leg dogs and no tail cats

all rabbits jumping out no hat

oh won’t you drop by please

you’ld love the sight of these

damaged goods

damaged goods