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Smog · Golden Smog · Smog



Cleansing impurity
Seizure of insecurity

Divine death

Individuality disabled
Blinded by fables

Divine death

Easy prey
You will pay
I'm goin' up to the country
Where there ain't no doggone smog around

Well, come here baby
Sugar, let your papa take you by the hand
Well, come
a mirror image of the human race
And oh shit, here it comes-the deadly smog
I can tell by the howl of the stray dog
The air is calm, the streets are so
down?
I'm goin' up to the country
Where there ain't no doggone smog around

Well, come here, baby
Sugar, let your papa take you by the hand
Well,
crammed
And the mountains erupt
And the valley is sucked
Into cracks in the earth
Will I finally be heard by you.

L.A.
Uptight, city in the smog
smog has got me down 
I'm goin' up to the country 
Where there ain't no doggone smog around 

Well, you got me baby 
Sugar let your papa take you by
smog has got me down 
I'm goin' up to the country 
Where there ain't no doggone smog around 

Well, you got me baby 
Sugar let your papa take you by
a mirror image of the human race
And oh shit, here it comes-the deadly smog
I can tell by the howl of the stray dog
The air is calm, the streets are so
smog has got me down 
I'm goin' up to the country 
Where there ain't no doggone smog around 

Well, come here baby 
Sugar, let your papa take you by
a fable,
I just can't 'cause I'm not able.
I'm gonna leave it to the lord.

There's a wealth of things that I profess,
I said that I believed,
But deep
hear the voice rise 

In one wave 
And crash on your doorstep 
Making the circle here perfect, complete 
These are the fables on my street 

Ten
book
With the change in the way you look
And its sad love's not enough to make things better
Turn the tables, we'll burn the fables
Lies beneath
seen 'em pass by
Shining bright in the night
Don't look behind you

Do I imagine these footsteps behind me
Can't see with this smog in my face
Tracy
smog has got me down 
I'm goin' up to the country 
Where there ain't no doggone smog around 

Well, you got me baby 
Sugar let your papa take you by
All the days and hours
Pass by slow (pass by slow)
With the crowded tears
And the lights on low (lights on)
If lips mean some beauty freeze again
a fable,
I just can't 'cause I'm not able.
I'm gonna leave it to the Lord.
There's a wealth of things that I profess,
I said that I believed,
But deep
I will wait for you in the green, green spaces,
Wearing our post-industrial faces.
Side by side sit the trashpile twin,
And the eleventh century
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on 1 Timothy 4:1, 2 Thessalonians 2:11, 2 Timothy 4:3-4

Somewhere in the darkest night a stranger has lost
This is the sound of a dropping bomb

After years of this are we still all content?
With being pawns in war game chess
Shuffled by King George
I see you floating by me 

I see a beautiful face 

It's pointed straight up towards the smog 

I know I know you feel me beaming
Standing round the table
Spinning fables
And signing autographs
Can't you hear them laugh
Ha ha ha ha ha
In their secrecies
They plan their
And thanks for the memory
Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki
We had a pad in London but we didn't stop for tea
How cozy it was

Now since our breakup
Time was when an American about to go abroad would be warned by his friends or the guidebooks not to drink the water. But times have changed, and now
And thanks for the memory
Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki
We had a pad in London but we didn't stop for tea
How cozy it was

Now since our breakup
And thanks for the memory
Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki
We had a pad in London but we didn't stop for tea
How cozy it was

Now since our breakup