Postcodes (For People Who Will Not Arrest Me)

I've been dreaming of sex, drugs and violent retribution, of sound and noise pollution, the forgotten revolution I'm not singing a solution I'm just trying to get something done. These are songs about friends and times they were few, songs about the future and of course, a line or two, for each of you. And I miss dying, coughing up blood and flying and if you stay sane with both feet on the floor, why were you always kicking up dust for? And I don't want to work no more, I'm going to make you so proud of me I hope we live on through postcodes, cause only god knows where next I'll go but I'll always sing for people who will not arrest me. And girls that I barely know And I've been looking up, not at much but it's enough. There's hope in homelessness home in being hopeless and the winds fly in from the coast remind us to make the most of every chance we get to dance with ghosts of alphabets. And as he wrapped his hands around my neck all I could see was you touch his leg, but neither makes me all that eager cause it won't be too long til my body is gone When men get older they laugh less, even dogs wag their tail when they're close to death. But I'm going down with my hands by my sides, eyes open wide and a puppy dog smile. And we're not all that fast, but what we lack in speed we make up with complete disregard for sleep