My scene is where
There's cats in the record store
Chasing lint all over the place
Flicking tails at the consumer
Blowed smoke in their face
I'm where the strong become the meek
Cars stop for jaywalkers in the street
The elephant eats
Out of the underdogs hand
And as long as you have a empty hat
Then you dont need a band
Just loiter
Street corners
Sing some R&B
where the spectrum
Forms a circle
Thats where you'll find me
I sleep in the aisle
and live where the Opposites meet
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