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This song is by Jeff Rosenstock and appears on the album Worry. (2016).

Progress reaches down from the sky
Dropping bins and couches on the curb outside.
We'll spend the weekend fillinh the holes and caulking the cracks that stretch across the ceiling
While the economic disaster destroys all the color and life as it slowly moves southeast
And I'm like a magnet pulling the storm.
Oh, where can I move when it always finds me?
Where else can I stay?

There's a storm cloud pissing rainbows on the cubes that blossomed on our old street
As the vultures walk the power lines.
They're looking for something to eat.
They wanna hear us scream,
"We ain't got no money, we ain't got no money!
You got me!
Please don't take my love away, my home from me today!"

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