My Favorite Year

You in white, and me in grey go well tonight So let's linger here This used to be my favorite palm tree–– I was starving in that shithouse, the world But now it's gone And the whole point of everything's the "moving on." Well, let's see, a calm and a storm and––okay!––a star's born Now let me just sit here and eat these almonds, on 3 and 4 and...! Beware the company you reside in! Beware the company you reside in! Beware the company you reside in! Beware the company you reside in! Beware the company you reside in! Beware the company you reside in! Beware the company you reside in! Beware! Nicole, she, blasted on ecstasy In some East Pender hovel circa 1993 It was a good year, it was a very good year And now it's gone They're saying the whole point of everything's the "moving on." Well, I can't help but feel somewhat opposed to this My shit having been torched by fascists Though, in some small way, we're all traitors to our own kind...