Physical Acts - Work Drugs

Whatever happened to Brotherly Love?

It lost its name in the hands of a flash mob

Now the streets ain’t safe to walk on

The cities bleeding green and red

Just pack your bags real tight and pay for the best

It’s a heart-attack called lust

The Vine Street layabout

Posers occupy for a thrill

But you can’t fight a war with your hand inside the till

It’s a heart-attack called lust

(who needs you) the Vine Street layabout

Make this real (the Broad Street layabout)