Sleep in on Thursdays and leave your bags behind
The revamped buses don’t seem like 89
SPP means well to artifacts
Driving in circles off of Touhy in the back
Transmissio, and the backseat unwritten list
I didn’t see the way I ceased to exist
But I’m back to 1989 again
Through a Motown all around angry young man
And I’m alright to fight you for what you said
I could be heading the other way if I would end up dead
Moving cyanide
In this subconscious genocide
1989 brought two things back for me
My left hand and my vitality
I wouldn’t stay to let the images sink in
I’d already been there too long
But I’m back to 1989 again
Through a pill-popping suicidal young man
And I’m alright to fight off nausea for what I did
But if things keep going this way I wish that I was dead
Insecticide
When you go out for a ride
And for my mom and dad and brother
For the doctors cops and other ones who
Helped me cash in on my fear
I hope to be back next year
I destroyed 1989
I destroyed 1989 and I regret to say it’s still this way
I destroyed 1989 and I regret to say