412 from TrAsH by Wingnut

I was sitting on the front porch of 412,
feeling melancholy and blue.
I was thinking about how I've wasted my life,
howling with wolves,
and chasing the moon.

I was standing on the corner of Kirkwood,
watching the zombies shuffle by.
They're careful to avoid all of the homeless folks,
and the pretty little signs that they fly.

I was chilling on the wall down at the Park,
watching bad drug deals go down.
I got up to leave as it started to get dark,
and I thought to myself,
"Man I should just leave this town".

I was sitting on the front porch of 412,
feeling melancholy and blue.
I was thinking about how I've wasted my life,
howling with the wolves,
and chasing the bool-ya moon.

I was standing on the corner of Kirkwood,
watching you zombies shuffle by.
Noticing how careful you are to avoid the homeless folks,
and all the pretty signs that they fly.

I was chilling on the wall down at the Park,
watching bad drug deals go down.
I got up to leave as it started to get dark,
and I thought to myself,
"How I should just leave this town".

I was sitting on the front porch of 412,
feeling melancholy and blue.
I was thinking about how I've wasted my life,
howling with the wolves,
and chasing the bool-ya moon.

• D.I.Y
• Punk
• folk punk
• Bloomington