The Tour

Lyrics
Over fences and through backyards We tiptoe past empty boxcars So as not to wake the bums inside Industry that once thrived now is gone Abandoned factories, tracks trains ran on Are all that's left from those days Through barbed wire we see sculptures in a field We find some maps at the front gate We walk inside, investigate Follow a stream, and it leads a path To a sewer's entrance and a raft Ever wonder how it looks down under the concrete? [Guitar solo] Over murky waters we ride Through concrete tubes we float inside Our voices echo through the endless darkness Oblivious to life above Our minds are clear, no mental spewage The voice in my head is dead, maybe he drowned in the sewage When we emerge it's getting dark And we don't wanna sleep in this [?] park And we end the tour for the day Other sights that we've never seen And places that we've never been We'll find when things get stagnant again Come on, let's go outside Let's take a look and see what we can find in this city Leave these four walls far behind Come on Come on
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Credits
- Writers
- Aaron Cometbus