A Murder Of Crows (Pistol Grip)

Take the trail to the graveyard for the night Tick tick time's never on your side On the edge of the rooftops and we're never coming down Keep your eyes wide open and alert You'll rest enough when you're burried in the dirt On the edge of destruction can you feel what's coming down Sun down, search for entertainment Ghost town, only blackbirds on the pavement A murder of crows in the valley of tranguility neutralize the boredom with the prospect of activity, The bar's closed gotta find another place But your trends are shit, and the normal hate my face We're the proud and the putrid and we're gonna wreck this town Discontent and nothings gonna change Futures bleak with no thought of self restraint Undesirable outcasts no one ever wants around Across the tracks there's no one else around Comforted by neglected parts of town A murder flies like a blanket through the night Looking out for another Friday fight