Crimes

歌詞

And there's a fire on the Junk island where they send their garbage. Is anybody listening? After work we'll watch the seagulls diving in and out of the lashing towers of flame. It twinkles like a pile of rotting jewels left to bake in the sun. Is anybody listening? And we're just like those condom wrappers used up, torn up. Thrown away. And we're just like yesterday's headlines: drifting, floating, towards the blaze. 'If we rob the liquor store we could be in Tijuana by the crack of dawn. and if we rob the Mayor's mansion we could pawn his modern art and make a fortune. and if we rob the lonely widow, we could steal her credit cards and buy a cottage by the Ocean And we could swim in to Junk Island we'll burn up like the seagulls and the whiskey bottles. We're scrapped Valentines. We're tangerine rinds. We're Crimes, Crimes, Crimes, Crimes, Crimes. And the children in the subway eating applecores. Is anybody listening? They're breathing paint out of plastic bags. Their mumbled mouths say: "Is anybody listening?" Oh-Ooh. Oh-Oooh.