Flags and Concrete - Larry and His Flask

All this twisted steel’s got us rusted up inside

Contorted and aborted we are forced to live a lie

We can feel it in our bones

And can see it in our broken homes

Ask me what you want and therefore you shall receive

An army of assassins and a handful of beans

I’ll tell you what we need

Is a flag and some more concrete

So who’s gonna take the wheel

This isn’t the way we’re supposed to feel

First world lost

It’s time that we pay the cost

The smoke is so thick that i can barely suck it in

But this is what it’s like living on this side of dim

Silent devils in our dreams

But somehow we feel their screams

Feel the scorching million grains of the white desert sand

Scoop it all up and let it fall from your hand

There’s some meaning here but i’m not sure you’ll understand

What i’m saying

And i’m pleading

We’re all slowly dying from ourselves

So who’s gonna take the wheel?

This isn’t the way we’re supposed to feel

First world lost

It’s time that we pay the cost

So who of us still can see?

This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be

Drink it down

It’s time we got out of town