Pastel Punx (I Tried It In a Small Town and You Just Cried) Lyrics

I am a man of conviction

Your love was my addiction

But I just had to let you go

I tried to take it the high way

Instead I did it my way

No one would help me write my show

We first crossed paths in an alley

A strange feeling of uncanny valley

I touched his face, no mirror there

I swear he looked just like me

Weary eyes with a dimming light, he

And I both had dreadlocked hair

We're stuck in this zombie town

With no graffiti on the walls

Both got called the N word

At the Walmart by the shopping mall

We talked and passed an apothecary who

Says this potion bears the will to be

Elkton's kinda shitty, honestly

It's either fear or anger

She ignored me when I rang her

And nobody will hire me

Well, I did get a job at Chipotle

But who wants to work at Chipotle?

I need to move away, immediately

Our house is under foreclosure

Dad got laid off in October

Mom left to get back years bygone

My cousin Jamar saw his last day

Pigs blew down his house of hay

Maybe that wolf just wanted sugar after all

And that magic wizard man

Selling potions from his van

Seems more tempting every day

As my will starts to slip away

Maybe it won't

I must have looked so weathered when I

Ran into my clone, he looked better

Buzz cut and a bindle

Said a leap of faith could soothe our souls

I turned away, I hesitated

I couldn't bear a life belated

He went on his way alone

Russian roulette has but one goal

Concoction by my bedside, finally I feel right at home

The wizard man gets half my paycheck

Next week he might get some dome

Car repossessed, but

I was never one to live materially

Elkton's kinda shitty, honestly

I'm reclusive in this lovely town where

Thin blue lines adorn the school

Heard that the KKK

Agreed to fund the nearby pool

Does water really cost that much?

Why do they stare? I'm simply trying to be

Elkton's kinda shitty honestly

It's either calm or depressing

I try to make the best of it

I take an aerosol can

I leave my name, they throw a fit

Blessed a cop car with pastel pink

And this is the thanks I get?

What the shit?!

My old friend from long before

He says he's doing better now

He's got a home, real good job

The glass ceiling's as cracked as the book allows

A pig rolls out the mud, takes my elixir

Moves me into a new apartment for free

Elkton's kinda shitty, honestly

Rebel flags are fading but the flagpoles are still here

The thin blue line's a lynchpin drawn from Emmett 'till Amir

Their ship has long been sailing, but our ship's long past sunk

They left us spare parts in the trunk

Let's make some new shit from that junk

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