No One Left

from by Mutts

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lyrics

I made my way back home from Each New Place
I've seen so many things - and they're still stuck on my face
I ain't gonna lie I've changed, but what is there to do?
I just want my coffee, my paper, my lover, my dreams and my home teams, my brothers and mother, my car, corner bar, tree-lined avenue, but they've

all changed too...

I read the headlines in the look on your face
nevermind those pundits with their politics
they don't want us keeping pace
sensationalize, divide and inflate the bottom line
it appears I've arrived just in time

There's no one left around
who gives a damn about us
so I'm gonna burn it down
with your permission, of course

Show me tha birth certificate!
We'll put your change in a tourniquet
We're all gonna be slaves to the Chinese
with VPs on reality TV
the rent's too Goddamn high
you must show us your soul to fly
can we profit on "eye for an eye?"
Why yes!

There's no one left around
who gives a damn about us
so I'm gonna burn it down
with your permission, of course

How do we look out there planet Mars?
Soon enough you will be all ours.
This love, it's grand.
This love, it's gay.
This love destroys all in it's way.

Now there's no one left around
who gives a damn about us...


There's no one left around
who gives a damn about us
so I'm gonna burn it down
with your permission, of course.

credits

from Object Permanence, released April 2, 2013
Mike Maimone - Piano, Percussion, Vocals
Bob Buckstaff - Upright Bass, Percussion, Group Vocals
Chris Pagnani - Drums, Percussion, Group Vocals
Ben Babbit of This is Cinema - Group Vocals (vimeo.com/45698989)

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