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Goodbye Flatland [UK] (54-40) · Goodbye Flatland (54-40) · Sprawl II (Arcade Fire) · Urban Sprawl (Ordinary Peoples) · Suburban Sprawl & Alcohol (LP) · Arcade Fire [EP] (Arcade Fire) · Nightlife [Arcade] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Love Arcade (Love Arcade) · Arcade Rock (Karate High School) · No Stress [Arcade] (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


and real
I know, I know it's stupid and immature
I just want to give shape to the face
That twists inside both you and me

Breathing fire, doesn't look
Catch a taxi to the fountainhead
Blinking neon penny arcade
A young Caruso on the fire escape
Painted face ladies on parade

The newsboy
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight,
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
to a fire pit
Barbecue, I would do, right find without all of it
It's awful and off to no resolving it
Molotovs make the night brighter

If there was
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went stark-raving
Jump
Jump

Get into the vibe
Slam in a megadrive
Arcade, the fire denied
I pulled my flick knives
Sent into kingdom come
Alley-cat got your
white
And me I just got tired of hangin' in them dusty arcades bangin' them pleasure machines
Chasin' the factory girls underneath the boardwalk where
white
And me I just got tired of hangin' in them dusty arcades bangin' them pleasure machines
Chasin' the factory girls underneath the boardwalk where
white
And me I just got tired of hangin' in them dusty arcades bangin' them pleasure machines
Chasin' the factory girls underneath the boardwalk where
the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore

Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score


Sandy, the aurora is risin'
playing with fire too long, you're bound to get burned
This ain't a small thing I'm addressing
It's a big thing, take it from the daddy as a lesson

Shame,
Spark plug baby, Got hearts of fire
Dire Straights acquire the taste for time bombs
King diesel I'm like the pipe bomb
Blowing off your right arm,
[J:] I mean what, yeah we’re gonna be, yeah we’re really good. We’re like
almost as good as Arcade Fire, fuck that.
[K:] Yeah
[J:] We gotta leave
junior high with a be	 plus grade, 
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade, 
I walk from school to my moms apartment, 
I got to tell the sucaks
junior high with a be	 plus grade, 
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade, 
I walk from school to my moms apartment, 
I got to tell the sucaks
Under Thatcher's unfeeling guidance the scenario is one year early.
With the cold mechanism of the pin ball arcade
We're flicked around as numbers by