Don't Go to Anacita

Against the sea, a hidden incorporated town That glows like zircon in a fire Its straight white streets crawl with consumers and their dogs Migrant workers tend the transplant poplars The liberal-minded here, they close their eyes and dream Of technology and kombucha The anti-vagrant system sounds like 20 dollar bills Being sorted in a counter Don't go to Anacita They got their goon squads on patrol Don't go to Anacita They're gonna throw you in a hole Uh oh Behind their walls and gates the people fear a thief That would steal money god put in their pockets Their god is such a strange, vindictive beast He only blesses those who prosper Don't go to Anacita They only love abstract unborn Don't go to Anacita Once you're out you're all on your own Uh oh Don't go there Don't go to Anacita They got their goon squads on patrol Don't go to Anacita You're better off living in a hole Uh huh