When The Wolves Come
Locked inside looking out
Land of the lost
Living in times they'll write a book about
If I stood in the clouds around here
Would've stepped foot in a a house of pain
Found tears
Stay grounded
Head is pounding and my heart is pumping
For my dearly departed cousin
What a wicked world to father a son in
Shunning all the ones who wanted Trump to win
You're fuckin' unforgiven
Bullets in the gun
Dead petals on the roses
When the wolves come
Put the metal to their molars
Bullets in the gun
Dead petals on the roses
When the wolves come
Put the metal to their molars
Sticking up a middle to the Koch brothers
And another middle for McConnell
Like Cobain on the Rolling Stone cover
FU to the old role models
Get a suit, get a job, get money
Get a car with that new car smell
Kinda funny
Get a house with the flag on the front porch
But be
Ready for the Devil at the door with the bump key
Can't afford the luxury of waiting
When the windows at the Capital are breaking
And the POTUS was a fascist in the making
Or he's actually Satan
All the rats are in the basement
Scratching at the foundation
I'm in my head
Mama told me when I was young
I'm in my head
Be a good boy don't play with guns
I'm in my head
In a wicked world trying to raise my son
I'm in my head
We don't run, baby where I'm from
Imprisoned in a video game on the same level
Man is planning
God is changing the schedule
The demons will tempt you
It's either you break or you get through
Mama she said to me
Be a good boy
And the heavenly angels protect you
It rains in my head though
Cuz they never came to the rescue
Eventually all of us fade into echoes
And float into dust
A generation taking Lexipro
Totally nuts
Nobody touch
Nothing to fight for
So we just
Follow and like more
On the cusp
Of our own white war
For who's "wokest"
Old dinosaurs
To new socialists
We got guns loaded on one side
And on the other side
They choose roses
No wonder we're losing to Covid
A country divided
A future corroded
I'm making music for the moment
I'm in my head
Mama told me when I was young
I'm in my head
Be a good boy don't play with guns
I'm in my head
In a wicked world trying to raise my son
I'm in my head
We don't run, baby where I'm from
Land of the lost
Living in times they'll write a book about
If I stood in the clouds around here
Would've stepped foot in a a house of pain
Found tears
Stay grounded
Head is pounding and my heart is pumping
For my dearly departed cousin
What a wicked world to father a son in
Shunning all the ones who wanted Trump to win
You're fuckin' unforgiven
Bullets in the gun
Dead petals on the roses
When the wolves come
Put the metal to their molars
Bullets in the gun
Dead petals on the roses
When the wolves come
Put the metal to their molars
Sticking up a middle to the Koch brothers
And another middle for McConnell
Like Cobain on the Rolling Stone cover
FU to the old role models
Get a suit, get a job, get money
Get a car with that new car smell
Kinda funny
Get a house with the flag on the front porch
But be
Ready for the Devil at the door with the bump key
Can't afford the luxury of waiting
When the windows at the Capital are breaking
And the POTUS was a fascist in the making
Or he's actually Satan
All the rats are in the basement
Scratching at the foundation
I'm in my head
Mama told me when I was young
I'm in my head
Be a good boy don't play with guns
I'm in my head
In a wicked world trying to raise my son
I'm in my head
We don't run, baby where I'm from
Imprisoned in a video game on the same level
Man is planning
God is changing the schedule
The demons will tempt you
It's either you break or you get through
Mama she said to me
Be a good boy
And the heavenly angels protect you
It rains in my head though
Cuz they never came to the rescue
Eventually all of us fade into echoes
And float into dust
A generation taking Lexipro
Totally nuts
Nobody touch
Nothing to fight for
So we just
Follow and like more
On the cusp
Of our own white war
For who's "wokest"
Old dinosaurs
To new socialists
We got guns loaded on one side
And on the other side
They choose roses
No wonder we're losing to Covid
A country divided
A future corroded
I'm making music for the moment
I'm in my head
Mama told me when I was young
I'm in my head
Be a good boy don't play with guns
I'm in my head
In a wicked world trying to raise my son
I'm in my head
We don't run, baby where I'm from
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Doherty
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