Gravity, its got me down.

At night when I sit alone in the place that I should
barely call home,
things keep falling from the high to the low.
And, I am feeling more and more like i'm becoming
one of them.

When I look at the sallow folk
the shallow folk
the dark ones with shadowy face
I find the proletariat
to be more lovely everyday.
Protests have never made a difference.

Each customer that sits across the bar has a story to tell
in the marks on their skin.
I yearn to look beneath.
I can see their privates
through their clothes.

I can read you
like a newspaper.
The feeling of the dirty dailies
is much more tangible.