These Cracked Streets

There's a girl on the swings
And she's looking at me
As I walk my way through these cracked streets
She mustn't have noticed that her time in the sun has gone
And it's been this way for months now

I speak to no one
I'm trying to find my way through this narrow door
Cause anyone with ears to listen
Doesn't care
They don't care

Because the tax man's coming
The tax man's coming
You better start running cause the tax man's coming
The tax man's coming
You know he's coming now

So let them be boys
Let them be girls
Let them decide how they should rule the world
Because the time isn't on their side
So let them the boys
Let them be girls
Let them decide how they should rule the world
Because the time isn't on their side

I walk the back of my hand each day
It's become a monotony
If there were streets to roam
And places to go
Then maybe i'd understand
Cause these times aren't funny
These times aren't funny
So best get us out of this place
Because they will never know
And they won't understand
How he keeps himself from disgrace

So let them be boys
Let them be girls
Let them decide how they should rule the world
Because the time isn't on their side
So let them be boys
Let them be girls
Let them decide how they should rule the world
Because the time isn't on their side

The tax man's coming
The tax man's coming
You better start running
Cause the tax man's coming
The tax man's coming
You know he's coming now

So let them be boys
Let them be girls
Let them decide how they should rule the world
Because the time isn't on their side
So let them be boys
Let them be girls
Let them decide how they should rule the world
Because the time isn't on their side

Cause there's a girl on the swings
And she's looking at me
As I walk my way through these cracked streets
She's mustn't have noticed
That her time in the sun has gone
It's gone
It's gone
It's gone
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Credits
Writer(s): Cole Johnson
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