These Dead Streets

We went away to the mountains To corporate restaurants, corporate food Mama and Papa got liquor and gun stores Torching this city down I had a thought and I lost it It was a monument, decent and pure Took out a razor and made my own Picasso Hold me when I'm ready now I made it far, to the bleeding of your heart's remains To the point I care about your lies When the mayor owns a pizza chain And we're sick of moving, we decide I'm gonna wreck this and like a snake sticks to its hole He won't come out 'till the sun soaks up these dead streets On the way back from the mountains Stopped by the cemetery, drank to our youth Thought of our ages and stopped it We blame our diets on changes in mood We made it far, to the bleeding of your heart's remains To the point I care about your lies When the mayor owns a pizza chain And we're sick of moving, we decide I'm gonna wreck this and like a snake sticks to its hole He won't come out 'till the sun heats up these dead streets And I know we're gonna make it 'cause your heart's in your intentions You and me, we will resurrect these dead streets You and me, we will resurrect these dead streets We went away to the mountains We only stayed for a night