S.T.H.D.

Back to your city, boy
Back to your phony little Summerland town
Cus here in this modern age
Cold hearts will break you down and bury you alive
And the blood will fall like tears tonight and the city will crash
Standing high
Stick to your poetry
Cus out here the truth will bring you shaking to your knees
And all that you’ve ever loved
Replaced by the cold hard indifference of the street
And the blood will flow red and free tonight and the city will cry
Standing high