Second Cities

I'll turn those eyes to glass You're looking at a two-bit tree stump Stick a pin in it 'cross the pass Burning wood when the house won't heat up I'm bored Turn off the lights Turn off the lights, turn off the lights Then kill it I'm the one, the ink, the scum You scrub from the walls of your motel windows Bury your head, bury your head Bury your head, bury your head down Sucker Bank lollipop chewing on a stick When the little money left is gone, wrong But We're just so high That the way back down The way back down is so far We're just so lost In the second cities So far removed from our own I know you fuck with plays on plays Like M and Capulet I bet you'd like to burn that set down But your match is wet, so Bury your head, bury your head Bury your head, bury your head Like a record loop Scratch I know it's hot now It's about to get a whole lot colder Imbibe, pass the time Watch the tide as we get older I'm lost, so give me a sign Give me a sign, give me a sign Then cut it I guess I'm what you had to lose Well We're just so high That the way back down The way back down is so far We're just so lost In the second cities So far removed from our own We're just so high That the way back down The way back down is so far We're just so lost In the second cities So far removed from our own