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From The Corner Of My Eye

by The City Victims

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Hello all you hypocrites and self-said kings of pain Who look down at your beer and tell yourself "it's him again" I guess we've all been stepped on and left out in the rain Hello all you hypocrites and self-said kings of pain Everybody asks at times "why is it we are here?" The answer's in the thinking, but the thinking isn't clear The clearness in the answer but the answer isn’t near But everybody asks at times "why is it we are here?" We were right To never want to fight But never saw the light So let's just say goodnight Well hallowed men, or reasonable facsimile thereof Who still persist in thinking they were all conceived in love Angels came descending like sermon from above Well hallowed men, or reasonable facsimile thereof We were wrong I guess weren’t that strong But we still sing our song And never dreaming that it could take so long Long ago I thought I heard you say That we were wrong
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Whenever I feel sad Or rolling in the mire I think of happy things A little boy on fire He lives among the ruins He burns himself away So very dark from endless flame And darker every day One day he left his trailer To see what life was like He took his empty canteen And he rode his burning bike When all the children saw him They gawked and gasped in fear They didn't understand That he had been like this for years The parents drove their cars away With their squeaky tires They wouldn't let their children see The little boy on fire He screamed "I'm only human! I'm just like other boys I like to play with animals Trains and other toys" But no one understood him No one really could Our hero wasn't the only one Who's head was made of wood But that didn't ease the pain Tears rolled down his eyes All the while he was on fire The steam flew to the skies Don't touch me, I'll only hurt you Don't come near, I'll only cause you pain Make me think that I am no one Leave me standing in the pouring rain The thing that we forget sometimes The fact it does remain Even boys on fire Shouldn't go out in the rain So if you think you hear someone Underneath your tires Remember that it had to be A little boy on fire
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Don't close your eyes to this We must stay on our toes They control our future shape With surrogate embryos Engineers stand clean and tall Just who will watch these men? Apathy grips us all And we continue to pretend That we are in control And masters of our fate The sound of heaven and hell Decide before it's too late

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Unreleased demo recordings.

Photo by Richard Kegler.

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released April 8, 1984

Jeff Dolina: Drums
Daniel J.S. Lewis: Guitar and Vocals
Gilbert Neal: Bass, Keyboards and Vocals

Recorded at Katharine Cornell Theatre, Buffalo NY. Engineered by Tom Kostusiak.

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