Bland Street Bloom

As the dove rains(x2)There's no ambition, told from visionPre-recorded maze of wisdomBland Street Bloom, a moronic feelingNo ambition, plague of pidgeonsTwisted up in your maze of wisdomShake-up, make-up, fake-upThink you need some healingNo ambitionSame old wrong millenium scornMaze of wisdomBland Street Bloom, a moronic feelingPretty little birds all singing in the streetFew trees left, bare and shiveringIn this hollow bitter streetNo ambition, told from visionPre-recorded maze of wisdomBland Street Bloom (x5)As the dove rains blood (x4)A world of wondersMan-made mechanical thunders(dove, blood, dove, blood)Like stuffing a turkeyGutless, hollowMan-made premeditated holeLike a rock that doesn't rollYou are the rock that doesn't rollLike a rock that doesn't rollYou are the rock that doesn't rollEmpty coal into the fruit bowlBecome a machineJust one of the peopleWelcome to the middle roadYour soul has now been scrolled.No backbone, just torn and thrownInto the show you goNo backbone, just malignant groansOf what and where and nowOf what and when and how of whatDon't count on nothing being freeBecause when you're in the concrete seaNot you or me in betweenI can't stand them, I can't stand thisAbout as much fun as drinking a pint of pissCan't wear that and you can't smoke thisBitter as a cold brewBitter as a cold brew pint of pissA world of wondersMan-made mechanical thunders(dove, blood, dove, blood)As the dove rains blood over the streetsMan-made mechanical thundersI think I've seen this thing to many times beforeMediocrity has never been a way of lifeI've been inspired by seeing all this strife!Bland Street Bloom (x4)I can't stand them, I can't stand thisAbout as much fun as drinking a pint of pissCan't wear that and you can't smoke thisBitter as a cold brewBitter as a cold brew pint of piss