| Song Length |
1:13 |
Genre |
Spoken Word - Experimental, Rock - Indie/Low-Fi |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Stressed, Irritated |
Subject |
Freedom |
Lyrics
I listen to your tape. On the way to the police station. The diminished sound, struck Iike a parking violation.
You know what, I erased them, I erased your mixed tape, and put some romance over it.
now let me leave you with a haiku.
Give me your papers
You have unregistered plates.
You poor immigrant.