Tour Guide

My friends are melting away
My friends transition to something forgotten
They tell me I’m from outer space
And as usual, we’ll just register it as a compliment
Now that I’ve been robbed, I’m feeling protected
The city will not fit your taste
We’re well outside of the target demographic
You won’t last a week without steak
This place will transition you into a commie
But if you walked in
Show me your
Are you tourist journalists?
My friends are
They’re laughing as I dance in expose videos
Oh how they exaggerate
The truth is paradise behind the guarded
So if you walked in
Show me your
Are you tourist journalists?
It’s nothing personal
We’re a little village
Of peaceful
Of an automatic rifle
Check out when you leave
We do not want to lose thee
If you go,
This is not your fault
Check out when you leave
We do not want to lose thee
If you go,
My friends are melting away…