Here they come marching down the street. Like a desperation murmur of a heart beat. Coming back from the edge of town underneath their feet, the time has come and it's going nowhere... Nobody ever said that life was fair now. Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear. In the summer heat the world is spinning around and around out of control again from the 7-11 to the dear of breaking down so send my love a letterbomb and visit me in hell... We're the ones going home... We're coming home again... I started fucking running just as soon as my feet touch ground... We're back in the barrio but to you and me, that's jingle town home... We're coming home again... Nobody likes you- everyon left you- They're all out without you having fun...
