Slum

On Fourteenth Street the airplanes fly overhead.
It sounds like they'll crash.
Into my living room.
The pilot's drunk cause he can't make a living.

Love you're unhappy I am too.
Let's sing something sappy, let's sing out of tune.
Let's eat frozen microwave dinners.
Watch movies on repeat and fall apart in the slum.

One street down we found a mannequin.
She was wrapped in a blanket.
Her head was shaved and she was raped.
And her arms were tied behind her back.
I know just how she felt.

Love you're unhappy I am too.
Let's sing something sappy, let's sing out of tune.
Let's eat frozen microwave dinners.
Watch movies on repeat and fall apart in the slum.

Everything's a little messed up right now.
I sleep in a hole with spiders and mold.
And the grass grows on my head.
I'm not yet dead but I feel like I'm well prepared.
Dressed for the part.