Walk around the streets 'till the whistle blows
The streets are overflowing with worn out souls
Aching bodies of powerful and righteous men
Living the same lives over and over again
Years pull back like an onion's skin
I stop at Union St. to light my smoke again
I swear If i'm still smoking at 35 I hope my other resolution's keeping me alive

No action, no action
Shadows creep around the pavement it's a strange attraction
No action, no action
So many heavenly bodies, no interactions
No action, no action
I don't want a shot of life, I want a great distraction
No action, no action
I don't want a shot of life, I want a great distraction

I wanna feel the sunshine caress my skin
I wanna wake up here bright and early again
All the aching bodies sleeping on the sidewalk paths
You step right over, it's a thing of the past
I swear there's a black fucking hole down here
Full of malls, cops, Cash4Gold and Vape Craft tears
There's a big blank wall by the shopping carts that we're keeping blank for the starving arts

No action, no action
Shadows creep around the pavement it's a strange attraction
No action, no action
So many heavenly bodies, no interactions
No action, no action
I don't want a shot of life, I want a great distraction
No action, no action
I don't want a shot of life, I want a great distraction

No action, no action
Shadows creep around the pavement it's a strange attraction
No action, no action
So many heavenly bodies, no interactions
No action, no action
I don't want a shot of life, I want a great distraction
No action, no action
I don't want a shot of life, I want a great distraction

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