I've been falling harder with this city's decline
And I know I'm not getting any smarter
Every blackened skyline has some failure in mind that rains on down around quitting time
And we drink in gulps, through sobs and old gridlock;
Trekking for wiles the longest damn street in the world
And although we're young wide eyed and crooked tongued, we're sick of our streets
Don't know how to love them
Concrete's made us stronger because one thing's for sure;
These pop songs don't come easy anymore
Our mayor's been shooting for the 'leftist crator'
But that's gone south like town hall jumpers
Hell, I'll just ask Jane Doe 'bout all the lengths
One goes to turn up the volume on the neighbourhood screams and shrieks;
To want to paint it red, until the chief is dead and paraded downtown all damn day
So let them bury me anywhere but home because it's been so long,
I don't care where I'm from
I've never been homesick as long as I've walked all alone
Just let them bury me anywhere but home because it's been so long,
I don't care where I'm from
Though hallowed, still shallow, this ground couldn't keep my ghost down
Assaults we still permit our poet-politic:
My violet bruises grand as sunsets that we missed?
We're still falling for old talk 'bout newer mores;
Habourfront circus plans where once we took a stand