Golgotha tenement Blues

 

I am city

I am the park

I am glow

In the

mother fucking dark
I am shocked and I seethe

I don't want to believe no more, no more
No more
Golgotha tenement,

city of sores

Give me your tired and your wicked

Give me your dollar whores
Down on the boulevard

The children are sold

To pave the way

For your streets of gold,

streets of gold
No more
I am the chosen one

 

~machines of loving grace

 

 

 

 

if you were a teenager in the 90's you heard this.

how does it feel after so long...?