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Pesos y EurosCoop ResidentJonny Sonic

one hundred and fifty four feet below the ground,
i travel westbound.
i have to get tickets to get this gift on my wish list
but the minutes tick with the quickness
and still no one's open for business.
no one here speaks my language,
no one here has my currency.
i'm deep under.
and the wise men shrug their shoulders and wonder:
"who knew?"
everybody got the pesos,
they got the euros.
can i get some change for my singles,
exchanged for quarters?

i can't feel my legs anymore.
i'm so far from the shore.
behind a little girl with a fancy tassel,
lapping the crap off her candied apple,
she can't be hassled to move any faster,
so i'm stuck and trying not to act like an asshole.
no one here speaks my language.
no one here has my currency.
i'm deep under.
and the wise men look me dead in the eyes
and they're surprised that i can't use the payphone, can't use the jukebox.
and i wonder:
"who knew?"
everybody got the pesos,
they got the euros.
can i get some change for my singles,
exchanged for quarters so i can pick tunes,
pick tunes that you sing to: La la la la la la.
when i came to, i was lying on the road
talking like a two year old.