There Goes the Neighborhood (feat. Coty Walker of Brothers Walker)
Facts are facts
Pushing buttons, 4-2-6-2-10-5
Has led to pushing daisies
An eery past, 4-2-6-2-10-5
With these haunted elevator games
Follow me
A girl comes to LA
Seeking hope and dreams
Chasing the life she's seen
But all she found was a grave
Conspiracy theories
Half truths and ghost stories
But all we want is to bring her home
Tell me a tale
Sing me a vicious song
Of water soaked clothes and
Misery
Oh, these unforgiving halls
That plague the Hotel Cecil
Can bring a sane man to his knees
We're all looking for something
Even if we can't accept it
This life is so unrelenting
The reflections see we can't forget
We've come with open hands
We're left with empty minds
The threats of this world
Leave us so vulnerable
Circumstance of feeling
A mysterious disappearance
We yearn for reason
And follow supernatural adherence
Tell me a tale
Sing me a vicious song
Of water soaked clothes and
Misery
Oh these unforgiving halls
That plague the Hotel Cecil
Can bring a sane man
But the truth is so boring
That we need ghosts and demons
To satisfy our bloodlust
Pushing buttons, 4-2-6-2-10-5
Has led to pushing daisies
An eery past, 4-2-6-2-10-5
With these haunted elevator games
Follow me
A girl comes to LA
Seeking hope and dreams
Chasing the life she's seen
But all she found was a grave
Conspiracy theories
Half truths and ghost stories
But all we want is to bring her home
Tell me a tale
Sing me a vicious song
Of water soaked clothes and
Misery
Oh, these unforgiving halls
That plague the Hotel Cecil
Can bring a sane man to his knees
We're all looking for something
Even if we can't accept it
This life is so unrelenting
The reflections see we can't forget
We've come with open hands
We're left with empty minds
The threats of this world
Leave us so vulnerable
Circumstance of feeling
A mysterious disappearance
We yearn for reason
And follow supernatural adherence
Tell me a tale
Sing me a vicious song
Of water soaked clothes and
Misery
Oh these unforgiving halls
That plague the Hotel Cecil
Can bring a sane man
But the truth is so boring
That we need ghosts and demons
To satisfy our bloodlust
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Tompkins
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