Sing This City to Sleep.

The time?
Well, it's late at night.
If this time ain't right,
Well, then there ain't no right in sight.

The date?
Well, it's not to late,
To ditch belief in fate,
And not believe in hate.

The year?
No, it ain't no different here.
The east got the front,
The west holds the rear.

The who?
The who, yea he know you too,
And the words he chew,
They just old, not new.

The where?
Well, why the fuck I care?
As long as I got you there,
Nothing need be fair.

CHORUS:
Sing this city to sleep,
Under the feet of the walking tall;
Sing this city to sleep,
Don't you find a reason to fall; Sing this city to sleep,
Don't you heed their blank false-call;
Sing this city to sleep, At night.

The city does shine,
Through the distant o'rama.
The continent glow,
Cus hey guess what, it's Obama.

The teens in town avoid eye-shut for none,
Cus for some reason, everything seem much more fun.
I rock-in, I roll-in, I Stumble, it's Nolan.
I sing sick to the beat,
Moving all 4 of my feet.

It ain't the name of the game,
And hey name it: we cheat.

And baby,
My obsession yea,
It's growing large now,
I feel my head burst,
It shatters all my conscious thought away,
Until there's nothing left but day,
Just a delirious caffeine-induced haze.

And I see,
Your picture,
Plastered digital, you're looking quite migital,
On Facebook, not MySpace,
Oh what a waste,
No don't worry yes I volunteer.

CHORUS:
Sing this city to sleep,
Under the feet of the walking tall;
Sing this city to sleep,
Don't you find a reason to fall;
Sing this city to sleep,
Don't you heed their blank false-call;
Sing this city to sleep, At night.

Sit still now,
Don't turn 'round,
It ain't so pretty when the city look so shitty,
So just lay your brain down,
Loosen up that frown,
Let the TV paint you a brand new town.

An old friend;
He higher now,
He the sire now,
You make idle conversation and he turns,
His head left,
Sighs quite a large heft,
Your self-esteem sink;
What the fuck do others like him think?

One says hi,
The other walks by,
You making comedy and then the conversation dies;
You wonder; what if all this,
All of these words of comfort and support,
Are all lies, there ain't no high-fives;
This head is, no resort;
It distort, every single retort;
Come packing, the report,
That electrode sent from the ears into the brain;
It's such a chain,
I go insane.

CHORUS:
Sing this city to sleep,
Under the feet of the walking tall;
Sing this city to sleep,
Don't you find a reason to fall;
Sing this city to sleep,
Don't you heed their blank false-call;
Sing this city to sleep,
At night.