Do The Pendulum Letra

the rooftops are vacant now
ghost stories and bled out cans
and the echo in the street light buzz
it'll talk, it'll talk of big plans

we are the ink of misspelled poetics
we're cryptic and small
scribbled down on the chipping paint of
history's bathroom stall

pawn the records to pay bills
artifacts on a back wall stand
hospitalized in a sheet of dust
longing for the touch of the needle's hand

and the early morning pull
who'll be the last one awake
some idealistic stupor
seeking purpose in
purpose in grave mistake

we are the ink of misspelled poetics
we're cryptic and small
scribbled down on the chipping paint of
history's bathroom stall

and the hours of impulse
we're faithful and young
i can't quite remember
must have been, must have been real fun