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Hopes and Fears

from Enquirer by th'sheridans

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Hit the light on/I've gotta get up
Children to feed/It's all I need
Lunchtime spent listening to Cub

Streets are mean/And I don't want my babies out there
Sights to see/Corruptive feeds
We don't approve of dyed hair

Beach on weekends/All our covered little faces
No sex/Morality protects
And we're welcomed into God's graces

Our city is sick/Consumed by sin
Our children stuck inside
And did Reverend Jones lie?
Our city is sick/Chewed up by sin
Our Children stuck inside
So whom then do we contact?
Whom then do we contact for the next of kin?

We cry at night/Together all us goodies
All so tired/Where's the fire?
For this shit we were not born ready

Pressure's building up/Chemotherapy bullshit
Blood on my shoe/Dinner table, too
Such a mess I can only spit, I can only spit, I just can't

Our city is sick/Consumed by sin
Our children stuck inside
And did Reverend Jones lie?
Our city is sick/Chewed up by sin
Our children just fucked up inside
So whom then do we contact?
Whom then do we contact for the next of kin?

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from Enquirer, released December 24, 2015

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