The Ashes

We return to the ashes
Sleep on old broken mattresses
Same old holes, custom patches
We return to the ashes

And can’t you see?
We’re living in a nightmare
But we’ve got our dreams
This ain’t no debate club
You are killing me
Champagne, peanut butter
Vitamins and weed
We’re headed for the streets

We return to the ashes
Sleep on old broken mattresses
Same old holes, custom patches
We return to the ashes

A siren’s song
Screaming down the streets
We’re hiding for how long?
Bats and masks to beat and breathe
When they throw bombs
Sewer maps and booby traps
When things go wrong
Well we’ll be moving on

We return to the ashes
Sleep on old broken mattresses
Same old holes, custom patches
We return to the ashes