Текст песни Woolie Bullie

There’s a Diner out on Route Three Twenty Two.
Western Pennsylvania.

I spent my life there one afternoon.
I can’t get that stretch of road
Out of my head.

I hear it when I
Take a shower
Reading the paper.
I’d look up and see it
Across the valley.

They tore down the Starlight
And down at the end of the road
Built a big Day’s Inn.
Blocks the view.

But I know that road’s still there
I can feel it wherever I go.
Whatever I’m doing
It knows that I’m still here.
And it's waitin’.

We are abandoned.
Lies own the word.
All the pictures and
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In the world
Are just a sham
Peeking played
By the clever people
Who broke the rules.

Reality is defined by the needs of the
Media
History is rewritten
Faster than it can happen.
Culture’s a weapon
That’s used against us.
Culture’s a swamp.
And a superstition;
Ignorance and abuse.

Geography is a language
That can’t screw up.
Land,
And what we add to it
Cannot lie.
It’s also like a mirror
In which we see ourselves,
Or choose to turn away.

Watch it now.
Watch it.
Watch it.