Can't Kick up the Roots

The golden groves are lined with affluence and roses But the bag-heads down by Central Station are closer to where home is It can be grim and send you West from time to time Yeah, this place is such a shipwreck, but this shipwreck it is mine Day by day, we grew to love this place And where I'll make my grave, my anchor lays I've been wasting away But in a town with no way out There's not much else to do anyway If you're looking for a place to decay Then there will always be a place in my town called Revelry I've seen a punch or two, narrowly escaped a few And if you can get the day off, I could show you a view I remember the football games, the first time that I got laid And the time J broke his finger drinking by the lake Day by day, we grew to love this place And where I'll make my grave is where my anchor lays The sound of my youth echoes out through these empty streets I guess I can't kick up the roots It's home and that's the truth I've been wasting away But in a town with no way out There's not much else to do anyway If you're looking for a place to decay Then there will always be a place in my town called Revelry We know what it's like to be put down So fuck you to the world and stand your ground We know how to turn it inside out and get a little bit rowdy We know what it's like to be put down So fuck you to the world and stand your ground We know how to turn it inside out and get a little bit I've been wasting away But in a town with no way out There's not much else to do anyway If you're looking for a place to decay (to decay) Then there will always be a place in my town called Revelry I'm not stuck, I'm staying Yeah, I said, "I'm not stuck, I'm staying" And if you've got sorrows to drown and the bottoms where you're bound You will always have a place in my town called Revelry