Moving Out - The Narrative

I wanna get out of the suburbs

Let my hair grow wild

And find a place I don’t need money

Just to raise a child

I wanna die out in the forrest

With my face in the earth

And if my daughter never loves me

Then I want it to hurt

I see the city try to swallow

What I used to call home

I see it blanketing the streets

Now they’re covered in gold

But in the corners where the light

Never seemed to lay still

I see a group of angry kids

And they’re looking to kill!

I see a group of angry kids

And they’re looking to kill!

And oh, I see it now

We’ll all be moving out

When all the kingdoms fall

We’ll finally see it all

You know I used to laugh a lot

With my friends in the dark

And now they only hear the clock

So we don’t even talk

And there are diamonds in our pockets

And they’re dying to be sold

But if you’re searching for the dollar

Then you’ll only find coal!

If you’re searching for the dollar

Then you’ll only find coal!

And oh, I see it now

We’ll all be moving out

When all the kingdoms fall

We’ll finally see it all

My, my

When will it end?

Just take my hungry body

To the woods again

Show my eyes

The rising sun

Bury me in everything

We started from

I wanna get out of the suburbs

Let my hair grow wild

So I can gather up the earth

And pass it down to my child