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From: "Lights On Barkhouse"
Mainline
The hazy days of summer
And the wasps are on the prowl
Colliding with the light bulb
And crash burning to the ground
The children of the Congo
The same are facing death
From Militia from Rwanda
Or being sinfully underfed
The Fat Cat from the City
Takes the Whizz Kid for a drink
Hes doomed to find his mainline
From his elbow to his wrist
Theres problems thrust upon you
And youve problems of your own
The Students in the Gardens
Start to move a little dope
Lithuanian Refugees
Take a lilo cross La Manche
Ill slip on my new running shorts
To lose a little paunch
The Woman from the Cakeshop
Slips a twenty from the till
Doomed to find the mainline
From her shoulder to her wrist
Money goes to money
And the Earth gets its rotation
The escalating dynasty of alienation
Etnas spewing lava
And mudslides hit Taiwan
Bacteria past the tropo-pause
Shows life beyond these lands
A breeze rolls up my newspaper
As I stand to stretch my legs
The drive-bys blamed on Loyalists
And a birthday ends in death
In the early days of August
When the wasps begin to sting
My fingers stained with newsprint
And my trousers smeared with ink
But the beggar in the gardens
Needs money to subsist
Hes doomed to find the mainline
From his ankle to his wrist
From the souls of his feet
To his grasping, greedy, grabbing, grubby fingertips
Money goes to money
And the Earth gets its rotation
The escalating dynasty of alienation
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