Little Dust Pile City

Little pile of dust,
city falling down somewhere.
Fake smiles and tired eyes,
perfect lips and perfect hair.

Neon lights flash in the nighttime,
welcoming the crowd.
Music's screaming to your headache,
dammit, ain't that loud?

Nothing here has colour,
just brown and grey and white.
Marigolds and dandelions,
they all die in sunshine's sight.

You don't really recognize these faces,
they all look the same to you and me.
Dark eyes, dark hair, dark faces,
sometimes I think they're hiding.

Throw back another shot of something,
don't know what it is you smoke.
Just inhale deep, my darling,
before on the pills you choke.

Bass is pumping with the neon,
flicker and burn down.
Little dust pile city out here somewhere,
perfect hell, no colour, no sound.