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On the ace of avenues I played my cards
Where the sidewalk meets the street
East on the side as the raven flies
Where you can surf unreality
Where every visionary is a lach-key kid
And everybody's got a rerun dream
Of being thrown out the door by the folk hardcore
For soundin' like a hillbilly
Where there ain't no stranger to the system
Whether it's heroin or heartbreak
Or workin' til close in fifty shows
In fifty nights in fifty states and
Antifolk music is dead
I stood by the foot of the bed
And I watched it go
No, no, no, I said
Antifolk music is dead
And as soon as it cut the edge
I should've knownWhen there's trouble in the country
And the soil rains down like you're one foot in the grave
And four score lightnings hit the sky
You're bound to drive out of range
When the bad faces come and your lucky number nine
Is going east with the wind
And you don't even wanna be a rock star anymore
Grab these words:
Antifolk music is dead
I stood by the foot of the bed
And watched it go
No, no, no, I said
Antifolk music is dead
And as soon as it cut the edge
I should've knownSo let's all be beautiful
And let's all be bulletproof
And when I finally get back to that smoke-filled room
I'll see the setting sun with you
‘Cause antifolk music is dead
It floated up to Balloon Heaven and I watched it go
Oh no
I said that Antifolk music is dead
I stood by the foot of the bed
And watched it go
No, no, no, I said
Antifolk music is dead
And as soon as it was cutting edge
I should have known

2002 / 2004