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somewhere a boy is running down the street
somewhere the air is smelling pretty darn sweet
dinner is cooking on an open flame
the sun is laughing as it flies away

out on the corner, waiting for a bus
random creatures on their way to the dust
the night is coming like a train on the tracks
poor little people start to fall in the cracks

Oh, they're falling into the ground
Oh, they're falling, they're falling down
Oh, their wings all cut and dried
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide

Help me, baby
Help me
Help me, can't you see?
I need an angel who can make me see
I need an angel to set me free

that little bitch cisco brought his gun today
he waves it around and then he has his say
nobody will ever, ever understand
his secret identity and his master plan

well, the street lights are bathing the night
shoot them to pieces and fight the fight
let's get together and make a toast to the past
we'll drink to cisco with shards of glass

Oh, they're falling into the ground
Oh, they're falling, they're falling down
Oh, their wings all cut and dried
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide

Help me, baby
Help me
Help me, can't you see?
I need an angel who can make me see
I need an angel to set me free

they say that heaven is behind a gate
if you can't find it that's just your fate
we've been driving for a million years
can't see the road on account of the tears

up ahead, wait, we got to slow it down
turn off the headlights, coast into town
a stranger smiles at the side of the road
better keep driving and stay out of the cold
we left cisco at the side of the road

Oh, they're falling into the ground
Oh, they're falling, they're falling down
Oh, their wings all cut and dried
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide

Help me, baby
Help me
Help me, can't you see?
I need an angel who can make me see
I need an angel to set me free

somewhere a boy is running down the street
somewhere the air is smelling pretty sweet
dinner is cooking on an open flame
the sun is laughing as it flies away

out on the corner, waiting for a bus
random creatures on their way to the dust
the night is coming like a train on the tracks
poor little people start to fall in the cracks
poor little people start to fall in the cracks
poor little people start to fall in the cracks

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Image of young boy racing his shadow by mjs...the shot was taken near Elysian Park in Los Angeles.

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Submitted by lambert on

It's good to lift our eyes from the warfare taking place in the trenches and see something like this.

We aren't seeing nearly enough of MJS lately. I know why that has to be, but I miss it...

No authoritarians were tortured in the writing of this post.

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Submitted by leah on

haunting photo, haunting words....

"poor little people start to fall in the cracks"

An anthem for the Bush administration...works for Iraq and Afghanistan, too, if you think for a moment...let's make sure it doesn't become true for Iran as well; if they get their military wet dream, the mullahs will be in charge in Iran for another hundred years, at least...

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Submitted by Xenophon on

nuff said.