When you're three sheets to the wind
It's best to move slowly
Forgiving yourself your sins
A part of the process
You're born with the bloodshot eyes
And legend in your lunch time
The words you scrawl on the wall
Are filling the silence
A totem pole in your home
Warding off violence
Ignoring the outstretched arms
The body you pushed too hard
Don't you know the cracks can be seen?
It's space you know what I mean
This beat will never be
Tearing the arched down
And nailing the old doors shut
And tearing the arches down
These streets they used to look big
These houses were holy
A low fidelity scene
Unblemished by progress
The memory stained foot steps
Will bury the day we left
Don't you know the cracks can be seen?
It's space you know that I mean
This beat will never be
So tearing through the urban heart
But the more you see the more you are
Oh, but the tragedy is it has to stop
Tearing the arched down
And nailing the old doors shut
And tearing the arches down