Here they come marching down the street
Like a desperation murmur of an heart beat
Coming back from the edge of town
Underneath their feet, The time has come
and it's going nowhere
Nobody ever said that live was fair now
Go-Carts and guns are treasures they will bear
In the summer heat
The world is spinning around and around
out of control again
From 7-11 to the fear of breaking down
So send my love a letterbomb and visit me in hell
We're the ones going home
We're coming home again
I started f***ing running
Just as soon as my feet touch the ground
We're back in the barrio
But to you and me, that's jingletown
Home.
We're coming home again
Nobody likes you-Everyone left you-They're all out without you- HAVIN' FUN!
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