Inspired by the street art of the same name, and by a conversation with an old fellow who seemed nice until he started saying some of the most racist shit I have ever heard.
-Phil
lyrics
Well we'll never need robots 'cause people are cheaper
Supply and demand and the surplus gets deeper
The people on this highway are all slowly dying
There's no way to stop it but they're always trying
I watch them move in here and drink this valley dry
Burn up their broken dreams 'til they choke the sky
Nobody dares to do what's right
Smog City be my home tonight
Won't you be my home tonight
Uninvited guests make the world feel thicker
Breathing my air and drinking my liquor
I don't own my car or the room that I sleep in
And the clogged arteries of the world keep creeping
I keep it loaded just 'cause we're gonna go one day
Sometimes I think I might thin a couple out along the way
Someday there's gonna be a fight
Smog City be my home tonight
Won't you be my home tonight
When the final showdown hits and death is in the air
You best be ready 'cause no one's gonna care
Don't you know the earth might shake tonight
Cities burning in the firelight
Grab your weapon and hold on tight
Smog City won't you be my home tonight
Won't you be my home tonight
credits
from Uninvited Guests,
released November 8, 2012
Words by Phillip Broste
Music by Bob Quinn and Phillip Broste
Published by Chaos Cowboy Music, Christmas Teefs Music, Ear Cavity, and Lager Rhythmic. All writing and publishing administered by ASCAP.
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