I am made of guts
I am made of hot weater
And hot girls
A babyboomer era
Made of stone
In a city of cement
With a root heart
I am made of rage
I am made of fine jewerly
And some love
A sweet child era
Made of war
In a city of glue
And fabric hearts
I dream with be
In the sea
The sound of silence
Making me feel
Totally free
I am made of guts
I am made of daydreams
And blind eyes
A working class era
Made of lust
In a world with sorrow
And bridges for cars
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