These Dead Streets - A Wilhelm Scream

We went away to the mountains

To corporate restaurants, corporate food

Mama and Papa got liquor and gun stores

Torching this city down

I had a thought and I lost it

It was a monument, decent and pure

Took out a razor and made my own Picasso

Hold me when I’m ready now

I made it far, to the bleeding of your heart’s remains

To the point I care about your lies

When the mayor owns a pizza chain

And we’re sick of moving, we decide

I’m gonna wreck this and like a snake sticks to its hole

He won’t come out 'till the sun soaks up these dead streets

On the way back from the mountains

Stopped by the cemetery, drank to our youth

Thought of our ages and stopped it

We blame our diets on changes in mood

We made it far, to the bleeding of your heart’s remains

To the point I care about your lies

When the mayor owns a pizza chain

And we’re sick of moving, we decide

I’m gonna wreck this and like a snake sticks to its hole

He won’t come out 'till the sun soaks up these dead streets

And I know we’re gonna make it 'cause your heart’s in your intentions

You and me, we will resurrect these dead streets

You and me, we will resurrect these dead streets

We went away to the mountains

We only stayed for a night