Originally Posted by anaemona:
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I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals
I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
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People are strange
when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly
when you're alone
Women seem wicked
when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven
when you're down.
The Doors - "People Are Strange"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZRAr354usf8