Can't Kick Up the Roots

The golden groves are lined with affluence and roses
But the bag-heads down by Central Station are closer to where home is
It can be grim and send you West from time to time
Yeah, this place is such a shipwreck, but this shipwreck it is mine

Day by day, we grew to love this place
And where I'll make my grave, my anchor lays

I've been wasting away
But in a town with no way out
There's not much else to do anyway
If you're looking for a place to decay
Then there will always be a place in my town called Revelry

I've seen a punch or two, narrowly escaped a few
And if you can get the day off, I could show you a view
I remember the football games, the first time that I got laid
And the time J broke his finger drinking by the lake

Day by day, we grew to love this place
And where I'll make my grave is where my anchor lays
The sound of my youth echoes out through these empty streets
I guess I can't kick up the roots
It's home and that's the truth

I've been wasting away
But in a town with no way out
There's not much else to do anyway
If you're looking for a place to decay
Then there will always be a place in my town called Revelry

We know what it's like to be put down
So fuck you to the world and stand your ground
We know how to turn it inside out and get a little bit rowdy
We know what it's like to be put down
So fuck you to the world and stand your ground
We know how to turn it inside out and get a little bit

I've been wasting away
But in a town with no way out
There's not much else to do anyway
If you're looking for a place to decay (to decay)
Then there will always be a place in my town called Revelry

I'm not stuck, I'm staying
Yeah, I said, "I'm not stuck, I'm staying"
And if you've got sorrows to drown and the bottoms where you're bound
You will always have a place in my town called Revelry



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Wade, Philip Thorpe Evans, Sebastian Barlow, Daniel Washington, Lloyd Roberts, Benedict Barlow
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