New Bomb Turks
New Bomb Turks
New Bomb Turks
New Bomb Turks
New Bomb Turks
New Bomb Turks
New Bomb Turks
New Bomb Turks
New Bomb Turks
New Bomb Turks
New Bomb Turks
New Bomb Turks
It’s back to nature, boys
It’s back to town
Back to where we grew up down
Back to what comes natural to us
Like sucking up car exhaust
Killing time and climbing of the roof
This roof looks over everything
We can look north, south or east, or west
But never see anything
I lose my mind, I lose control
I take the stairs when I can take no more
Killing time and climbing up the roof again
So we stand there daring to jump off
But stand still anyway
The late summer wind zips right past us
But we ain’t going anywhere
The sunset clouds look lovely, that’s for sure
But it’s more fun watching bottles bust
The rain feels cool, it might just clean us yet
But not before the city rusts