Franklin is that you there in the alley.
what are you doing here by yourself?
Where are all those people you hung out with?
Where is the music you used to give
where is that smart speech shooting out
Righteous whiplash for the one paying less attention
Franklin are ever getting the kind of mention?
Why have you chosen the shadows?
Here the cold has claws and fangs, it attacks
Is there anything that could get you back on track?
A belief, an activity, an opiate something sweet
Franklin off the rails onto hostile night streets
Mesh fences no exit walled up in alleys
Desperate irritation horrid hallucination folly
Insect hum and rash spreading like an instinct
Franklin can we take you to the clinic?
My mother raves about their remedies
Would you buy some of this false homeopathy
Aren't we all just diluted Franklin with pure apathy
lacking real homes, common sense and ambition
Righteous whiplash on the second drink
not even a cigarette nor a zippo to click
there in the darkness nobler than we are
Boiling up your own reality in cheap local highs
Psilocybin myth stained twelve hours into your eyes
Yes the strings all fall down
the puppetmaster's control tower is empty
Franklin don't bottle it up you got to get venting
Take a shower and a coffee let us heal your contusions
Come home with your cardboard and sculpted illusions
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