All the boys who called their mothers on that day
We know, tough bunch, but they had the nerves, to go and say
That all your secrets were drowned
With the pioneers who were flooded from this town
They packed their bags only moments to late
With the pounding waves crashing up against the weakened water gates
'Cause dire times, call for dire faces
So lovely dancer, call a dancer
Trading places in the night
We're running barefoot, you and I
Dead lovers salivate
Broken hearts tessellate tonight
And all the kids who cut their knees on that old school yard fence
Where holding out for prosperity in self defense
We beat them down again
There's no fun playing cowboys for pretend
We showed them what the backs of our hands are for
The devide is clear in the coming year the rich will take the poor
'Cause dire times, call for dire faces
So lovely dancer, call a dancer
Trading places in the night
We're running barefoot, you and I
Dead lovers salivate
Broken hearts tessellate tonight
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