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