Chicago Is Burning

The Lawrence Arms

We throw out our bodies on the fire and we die

Settle into ashes as the flames keep piling high

We tossed and spread the kerosene and alcohol

The ethylene ignited cardboard homes

The second in a hundred and again as many years

Street signs, skyscrapers and names

State street, what a great street

When the places and the people stayed the same

Winter beats the summer on the worst ones

I fall in love again on the first ones

Carbon vapor lines burn as a grid

Like the burning summer evenings

Like my fingertips did…

This town is choking on our filth

Obstinate displays of wealth clog our Lincoln

Wicker, Rogers Parks

Here's to your health Chicago

Fiddle as we burn



Build it up and tear it down and never learn