Texty: Marcy Playground. Marcy Playground. The Shadow Of Seattle.

Rain
Like tin angels falling down
Like a mission and we're halfway there
From some old dried up, fried forgotten town

Why
Won't they let us be ourselves?
With our potential we could toe the line
And show the bastards up with our divine
Light light light light

Seize
All the records from the past
Hold for ransom all the artifacts
This ragged town protects them to the last
With lies lies lies lies

See them running heading
Homeward to Seattle

Deem
All the liars in your tribe
To be the fires on the western side
Of some old front we call 'The war of art'

Rain
Like tin angels falling down
Like a mission and we're halfway there
From some old dried up, fried forgotten town
From some old dried up, fried forgotten town
To some old dried up, fried forgotten town