collapse, fury, redemption, loss
Singer:ramshackle glory
this house is falling down on our fucking heads
the rats are chowing down on our fucking beds
our bosses and our parents think we're fucking reds
the commies think that we're a bunch of fucking feds
the crime scene is covered in our dna
our lawyer sucks. who else could we afford to pay?
our friends aren't coming
our friends aren't coming
no matter what they fucking say
there's a feeling in the night
words like home" are disconnected from their meaning