The Band Fuel - Say Anything

New York release me from my strata

The morning streams out an afterbirth of vodka

The dream of Julian Casablancas

Gyro salesmen and a stranger in my blanket

Awoken by drones

Amazon drones

Drones

I wake up in the flies and filth

That used to hold some truth in this town they built

Oh, I wake up from a champagne dream

Where I can blow my mind and forget about what’s in me

I wake up in a chaise lounge of cans

Evian bottle filled with urine in my right hand

Now we all wake from our champagne dreams

Where truth is the north and we’re all just what we seem, seem, seem