Tearing the Arches Down

When you're three sheets to the wind It's best to move slowly Forgiving yourself your sins A part of the process You're born with the bloodshot eyes And legend in your lunch time The words you scrawl on the wall Are filling the silence A totem pole in your home For warding off violence Ignoring the outstretched arms The body you pushed too hard Don't you know the cracks can be seen? It's space you know what I mean What this beat will never be Tearing the arches down And nailing the old doors shut And tearing the arches down These streets they used to look big, These houses were holy. A low fidelity scene Unblemished by progress The memory stained foot steps Will bury the day we left Don't you know the cracks can be seen? It's space you know that I mean What this beat will never be So tearing through the urban heart But the more you see the more you want Oh, but the tragedy is it has to stop Tearing the arches down And nailing the old doors shut And tearing the arches down