can't kick up the roots

the golden groves are lined with affluence and roses

but the bagheads down by central station are closer to where home is. it can be grim and send you west from time to time

yeah

this place is such a shipwreck

but this shipwreck

it is mine. day by day we grew to love this place

and where i make my grave

my anchor lays. i've been wasting away

but in a town with no way out

there's not much else to do anyway

if you're looking for a place to decay

then there will always be a place in my town called revelry. i've seen a punch or two

narrowly escaped a few

and if you can get the day off

i could show you a view. i remember the football games

the first time that i got laid

and the time j broke his finger drinking by the lake. day by day we grew to love this place

and where i make my grave is where my anchor lays. the sound of my youth echoes out through these empty streets

i guess i can't kick up the roots;

it's home

and that's the truth. i've been wasting away

but in a town with no way out

there's not much else to do anyway

if you're looking for a place to decay

then there will always be a place in my town called revelry. we know what it's like to be put down

so fuck you to the world

and stand your ground. we know how to turn it inside out and get a little bit rowdy. i've been wasting away

but in a town with no way out

there's not much else to do anyway

if you're looking for a place to decay

then there will always be a place in my town called revelry. i'm not stuck i'm staying

yeah i said

i'm not stuck i'm staying. and if you've got sorrows to drown and the bottom's where you're bound

you will always have a place in my town called revelry.