Dollar Store Tents

They made a city outta dollar store tents

Whatever's left in the abandonment

The money's gone somewhere else to be spent

Dead leaves in the garden

Mercury burstin' in empty rooms

Waitin' for a new cycle to bloom

Nothin' to learn now, one could assume

There's things that don't get rescued

Every peaceful valley's been found

And the promised land was mineral-rich

So the blood got sucked right out

Man, ain't that a son of a bitch

Some people never try to dance

Some romanticize their ignorance

But you can't hide behind a paper fence

Nobody goes out innocent

Stubborn as a slow refrain

Some things can't be measured in gains

It's all washed away by the comin' rain

What's gonna take its place?

Every peaceful valley's been found

And the promised land was mineral-rich

So the blood got sucked right out

Man, ain't that a son of a bitch

Every peaceful valley's been found

And the promised land was mineral-rich

So the blood got sucked right out

Man, ain't that a son of a bitch