__Disorientation // Lyrics // Demo Cassette // 15 Hours On A September Thursday;;

you know it don't matter anymore
you got your hands over your ears
no one knocking at your door
hello, hello
bought a new dress for the statue of liberty
woke her up to the renaissance of mindless possibility
she says hello
hello

bright lights big big city
she is coming to you like a whore from the old book
me and my old man
we sit on our hands and we hear but we don't look

in here we're still waiting
in here everybody sounds the same
in here I am just a colour
black before your cover
baby I'll cut you like no other
and I will

you know it don't matter anymore
you got that look on your face
no one around here keeping score
hello, hello
had something to say it didn't matter at the time
came up with two words both of which don't rhyme
but they're the same no matter where you go
no matter where you go

bright lights big big city
she is coming to you like a whore from the old book
me and my old man
we sit on our hands and we hear but we don't look

I feel fine
I feel better than I have in years
and I don't mind
no not at all
not at all
not at all
not at all
not at all

in here we're still waiting
in here everybody sounds the same
in here I am just a colour
black before your cover
baby I'll cut you like no other
and I will
in here we're still waiting
in here everybody sounds the same
in here I am just a colour
black before your cover
baby I'll cut you like no other
and I will