Town Ease

Back in town walking home You smell the crack you’re hounded by the dogs That used to beg and know your face You’ve gotten taller, you never seem to grow Then when you do You can’t think of anything to do Walk you home, talk, or screw We can’t think of anything that’s new Pleasure sucks initiative And your nostalgia was a needle in your arm You never seem to lose the taste Your disposition for it raises some alarms Then when you do You can’t think of anything to do Walk you home, talk, or screw We can’t think of anything that’s new