Trouble

Citywide on a narrow street side

A cold one, a mean one

Never took down the flyers

Barely tried to get hired

Don't look right, don't act right

I swear the murals move at night

But I can't record it on my phone

Continuity conditioned by interruption

Whose history narrated by confusion

Dissolving in fluidities of dissolving work-life boundaries

Are you getting scared? You don't look right

Warping figures in a distorted timeline

Keep our distance from the strangers in outline

We might take our lives too seriously

What else is comedy, but acceptance of the real

When you can't afford the hospital

And the ground is all banana peels?

A crisp and brand-new nightmare

Some kind of clinical misery

The phone rings on a holiday

They rose and shook

I barely stood

They rose and shook the blood off

We put ourselves in cages

Fed money through the bars

A career in trunks of cars

They rose and shook

I barely stood

They rose and shook the blood off

Citywide, they called it a promise

Clean your city as if it's our responsibility

Citywide, they called it a promise

Clean yourselves of depression and anxiety

Never took down the flyers

Barely tried to get hired

Don't look right, don't act right