The Myths We Made – 11th November 2022

So much for the myths we made
Throwing rocks at the running police
Looking out from the tenth-floor flat
And dreaming of release
The tunes were busting on the stereo
And cigarette smoke filled the room
Bass was shaking the floor below
They were banging with a broom
Nothing to do and nowhere to go
We made fists and painted shirts
Promised ourselves we’d never stop
No matter how much it hurts
Time went on and the myths grew large
So much, they hung around our necks
Weighed down with hypocrisy
Until the truth could no longer flex

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