Pere Ubu - Woolie Bullie Lyrics

There's a diner out on route three twenty two
Western pennsylvania

I spent my life there one afternoon
I can't get that stretch of road
Out of my head

I hear it when I
Take a shower
Reading the paper
I'd look up and see it
Across the valley

They tore down the starlight
And down at the end of the road
Built a big day's inn
Blocks the view

But I know that road's still there
I can feel it wherever I go
Whatever I'm doing
It knows that I'm still here
And it's waitin'

We are abandoned
Lies own the word
All the pictures and
All the museums
In the world
Are just a sham
Peeking played
By the clever people
Who broke the rules

Reality is defined by the needs of the
Media
History is rewritten
Faster than it can happen
Culture's a weapon
That's used against us
Culture's a swamp
And a superstition
Ignorance and abuse

Geography is a language
That can't screw up
Land
And what we add to it
Cannot lie
It's also like a mirror
In which we see ourselves
Or choose to turn away

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