City Walled.

This two caravan town makes sure the world stays flat,

bleed your fever boy, bleed it the fuck out.

Wind travels through just to whisper there is no change,

the clocks only tick to tell there is no future.

It's always noon,

so you better fucking pray boy, only Jesus sees the good in you.

Wiry fences gape, just to show there ain't no world out there,

birds stretch their wings and sing about no freedom.

That bitch can't seem to hold her glass,

with marks all down her goddamn sunday dress.
The radio only works to scream that noone's got nothing to say,
that bastard kid just born, crying, 'cos he knows he ain't gonna leave.

Keep your head 'bout you boy, books wont feed dirty mouths.
This town weren't meant for passing through.
You can jump on those fucking trampolines all you like,
you ain't ever getting over them city walls.