
The Wasteland Paul Shapera (Ft. Lauren Osborn)
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[Constance]
Angry adolescents with no parents left
Hang out all night sharpening their attitudes and smoking cigarettes
Laugh and howl and cry until the room spins
Hang on to Katy, all I know is tomorrow night, I’ll do it all again
In the wasteland
Where the ashes, ashes all fall down from worlds that could never stand
In the wasteland
Where rings of roses, broken boughs, just fall down and down and down
I raged with Katy through our last teen years
We’s too wild to notice, and too sad to care
I learned the wind blows, and the bough, it breaks
So I looked to have some laughs, some grass, and shots of what you got, I’ll take
At 2 am, a pack of wild kids laugh, swig bottles back
Stumbling and fumbling, I bid good night and slap their backs
I’d stray to the graveyard and pass out on my mother’s grave
'Til my aunt comes, puts a blanket round me, and just sits and stays
In the wasteland
Where the ashes, ashes all fall down from worlds that could never stand
In the wasteland
Where rings of roses, broken boughs, just fall down and down and down
Angry adolescents with no parents left
Hang out all night sharpening their attitudes and smoking cigarettes
Laugh and howl and cry until the room spins
Hang on to Katy, all I know is tomorrow night, I’ll do it all again
In the wasteland
Where the ashes, ashes all fall down from worlds that could never stand
In the wasteland
Where rings of roses, broken boughs, just fall down and down and down
I raged with Katy through our last teen years
We’s too wild to notice, and too sad to care
I learned the wind blows, and the bough, it breaks
So I looked to have some laughs, some grass, and shots of what you got, I’ll take
At 2 am, a pack of wild kids laugh, swig bottles back
Stumbling and fumbling, I bid good night and slap their backs
I’d stray to the graveyard and pass out on my mother’s grave
'Til my aunt comes, puts a blanket round me, and just sits and stays
In the wasteland
Where the ashes, ashes all fall down from worlds that could never stand
In the wasteland
Where rings of roses, broken boughs, just fall down and down and down
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