All the Junk on the Outskirts

The fact of day and night means we're encaptured By a rhythm led by the globe's spinning axis Now I see the pulse In the disarray Pandemonium laughed away There are burdens and duties on our shoulders But nothing comes easy in life, could've told ya A broken man keeps in line, drunk on agnostic altar wine Enduring one passing hour at a time, with entertainment and pills as if acid blinded Such staggering and fabulous flames, this world contains Some take for granted, some take the journey to its ashеs Their remains will join the grain Uh-uh In that way, wе're all the same And at that moment when the poetry is too lost Behind shuttered windows and closed doors All you want is women and song And pacing these four walls don't find you none Then the collected loneliness of the world strikes me A finger on the doorbell at the apartment housings of defeat All the junk on the outskirts, all those yet to emerge All the junk on the outskirts, all those yet to emerge Such staggering and fabulous flames, this world contains Some take for granted, some take the journey to its ashes Their remains will join the grain Uh-uh Uh-uh In that way, we're all the same