 Condition oakland lyrics ( Jawbreaker )   
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 Rate Condition Oakland
Artist : Jawbreaker
Song : Condition oakland
I rode down to the tracks. Thinking they might
sing to me. But they just
stared back. Broken, trainless, and black as
night. Climbed out on to my roof.
So I'd be a poet in the night. Beat the walls off
my room. I saw the big room
that is this life. This is my condition: Naked
and hysterical, reaching to
grab a hand that I just slapped back at. This is
my condition: Desparate,
alone, without an excuse. I try to explain.
Christ, what's the use? Read and I
left so small. Some words keep speaking when you
close the book. Drank and
just about smiled. Then I remembered us in that
bed. Put my ear to the door. I
just heard hot rods and gunshots and sirens.
People kill me these days.
There's keys in their eyes but they lock from the
inside.
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