Past the scrap metal siding, a cart built for shopping is full of bottles and cans

Where the water is treated nobody is needed and it seems to run itself

In the road there’s a man with a crowbar in hand getting pushed all the way down

Out of Dogtown

The gnashing of gears is quiet around here, it’s done over drinks somewhere

But the scourge they have sewn is bigger than us all

A creeping plague can’t be paid off

Dumpsters on fire

Shoes on a wire

Devil’s a liar

In the road there’s a man with the world in his hand

Stolen land, breaking ground

Down in Dogtown

The ones you defeated

The love has receded

It can’t be completed now