Lost Yellow Bricks Road
Listen, Dorothy – this town is doomed,
Doomed to linger in darkness, ruin, and fumes.
Each day, as you open your eyes,
The same sunset haunts your life,
Where you walk on the edge
And gaze down into the boundless chasm
Where you gave up...
And now sip from life’s bitter cup.
Breathe out... spit it all out... listen… Dorothy,
The city is dead,
And lives on in its grim afterlife.
Remember,
Remember your dreams, Dorothy,
And run from this place with all of your might.
Cause here,
Late autumn on faces,
And draught...
Roams ragged streets with lost dogs.