Little Known Cure

The plastic pours into the mold and takes an old familiar shape A big box sign is being born, they're everywhere, you can't escape They're on all of our four corners of this highway up and down They tore down our little village and built up a big box

Down to the wire and under the gun Point me out towards your setting sun I want to walk you home Don't want to be alone Just want to lie here with you Just want to wait till the morning comes And lose ourselves again In the ways of love Let's not dec