Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Light Pollution, artist - Bright Eyes.
Date of issue: 24.01.2005
Song language: English
Light Pollution |
Johnny Hobson was a good man |
He used to loan me books and mic stands |
He even got me a subscription |
To the Socialist Review |
Listening to records in his basement |
Old folk songs about the government |
It’s love of money not the market |
He said these fuckers push on you |
And freedom yells, it don’t cry |
Whatever selves will decide |
But there’s no hell when you die |
So don’t look so worried |
He got a night life, lost his day job |
Pushing papers, swinging pendulums |
Anything to serve the function |
Or to occupy some time |
You gotta earn this living somehow |
You’re good as dead without a bank account |
But it’s funny how that life has felt down |
In that unemployment line |
With all that trash at his feet |
The pools of piss in the street |
All of that filthy empathy |
For the way we’re feeling |
Don’t worry |
Don’t worry |
Don’t worry |
The billboards shade |
The flags they wave |
The anthem’s playing loud |
The baseball game was letting out |
And all at once |
You saw the dust and hurt |
And turned the sound |
Got in his truck and turned around |
Drove out through the crowd and the cops |
Drove out past that center mall |
Drove out past that sickening sprawl |
Out past that fenced in gold |
And maybe he lost control |
Fucking with the radio |
But I bet the stars seem so close |
At the end |
At the end |
At the end |
At the end |