These Dead Streets

We went away to the mountains
 To corporate restaurants, corporate food
 Mama and Papa got liquor and gun stores
 Torching this city down
 I had a thought and I lost it
 It was a monument, decent and pure
 Took out a razor and made my own Picasso
 Hold me when I'm ready now
 I made it far, to the bleeding of your heart's remains
 To the point I care about your lies
 When the mayor owns a pizza chain
 And we're sick of moving, we decide
 I'm gonna wreck this and like a snake sticks to its hole
 He won't come out 'till the sun soaks up these dead streets
 On the way back from the mountains
 Stopped by the cemetery, drank to our youth
 Thought of our ages and stopped it
 We blame our diets on changes in mood
 We made it far, to the bleeding of your heart's remains
 To the point I care about your lies
 When the mayor owns a pizza chain
 And we're sick of moving, we decide
 I'm gonna wreck this and like a snake sticks to its hole
 He won't come out 'till the sun soaks up these dead streets
 And I know we're gonna make it 'cause your heart's in your intentions
 You and me, we will resurrect these dead streets
 You and me, we will resurrect these dead streets
 We went away to the mountains
 We only stayed for a night