No one in the streets,
they’re singing from their balcony.
We’re taking more than we need,
leaving no chicken for me.
Back to this state too late.

Panic, off the beat,
we’re reading headlines on a screen.
They’re singing from their balcony,
leaving me yearning to be
somewhere where time stands still.

Lost our jobs and scrambled.
Figure it out I’m sure.
Look back at what we’ve been through,
before it’s all a blur.

They’re do-nothin’ liars.
Whispers while their nose grows.
Where’d they go?
Silence, left us when it got tough,
disappeared like they faked it.
How ‘bout a, ‘hey, did you make it?’
Were they ever around at all?
Doubts, so stressed out that I called her,
I’m done pulling all their strings.

‘Genius’ on TV.
They’re singing from their balcony.
We’re hearing things we don’t need,
leaving us left questioning
where we really belong.

‘Stable’ cuts off Queens.
We’re led by stupid, makes me scream.
They’re singing from their balcony,
leaving me wishing to be
somewhere where she’s still here.

Figure it out, I’m sure.
Required are all the blurs.
Listen down a street,
they’re singing from their balcony.

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