Odyssey DC

I came here with nothing on me,
who’d have thought that one could leave with even less.
Clothes and books, no sympathy,
I follow the wrong crowds.
You’re just another lousy lover lost,
that I happened to bump into on the streets,
and I know we have grown apart.

Odyssey, DC you’re killing me
I know April gets pretty but DC you’re killing me
Odyssey, DC you’re killing me
I know April gets pretty but DC you’re killing me

Helter Skelter’s at the door saying
‘Only tramps like you make dying sound like fun’
Where are the arts? Where are the arts 
among the buildings on Wisconsin Avenue?
And oh, this city swallows us
it preys on souls forgotten in Cathedral Heights
I could’ve sworn that one was yours.

Odyssey, DC you’re killing me
I know April gets pretty but DC you’re killing me
Odyssey, DC you’re killing me
I know April gets pretty but DC you’re killing -

Killing me, killing me, killing me
Killing me, killing me, killing me

Odyssey, DC you’re killing me
I know April gets pretty but DC you’re killing me
Odyssey, DC you’re killing me
I know April gets pretty but DC you’re killing me
Odyssey, DC you’re killing me
I know April gets pretty but DC you’re killing -