“The Wire”
These wires are so tangled.
Living like a slave,
Who will be brave?
Talk is cheap, but the leaves are sweeter
Taking off on you,
Make that guy seem like a fool.
Living up & down the road like everything is golden,
Make-up for little stinkers.
Bits of delight, reliant on the night,
Sparks that burn, lethargic turn.
Empty stares, eclectic hair,
Wishing for a change, but scared to say.
Living up & down the road like everything is golden,
Make-up for little stinkers. Sitting on the Wire.
Television’s only vision, making it seem everywhere,
The Wire, the Wire,
The Wire that is injected in me.
You just wanna give it away,
You just wanna take it away.
What are you gonna do, now that you gonna loose?
Yeah you do.
Living up & down the road like everything is golden,
Make-up for little stinkers. Sitting on the Wire.
Television’s only vision, making it seem everywhere,
The Wire, the Wire,
The Wire that is injected in me,
The wire injected in my veins.
Written by Daniel Victor (2003)
Recorded by Tight White Jeans from “An American Classic”