FOLSOM STREET FAIR 2011

San Francisco, CA.

Folsom street is where I LIVE.

We know a place where no planes go
We know a place where no ships go

We know a place no space ships go

We know a place where no subs go

You come in, check my time
You got fornication crimes
I've seen your hope on television
Where you've been, wore my word
They've got tricycles in skirts
This is a mouth that needs religion

And they all want to love the cause
'Cause they all need to be the cause
They all want to fuck the cause

So take me down, down through this
Kill the common law that missed
This is the blood I love to share

Little pistols and companion halls
Desperation tentacles
I've been alone since '89

We've got a menstruating disguise
Then know three completes the five
This is a church that should believe

*broken_social_scene

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