Street Wars/Exotic Foxholes

(专辑： Young Machetes - 2006)

Brass boots, where has your gaunt gown gone?
Whose streets have you walked on?
Who did you meet? What did they say?
Is the world just a foxhole you watch from?

Brass boots saw the war we're winning
Dramatized on leering TV screens
Brittle moons breaking
Giant swans pecking at all the free flesh

C'mon, c'mon, let's run
To the cracked open sun
C'mon, c'mon, let's run
To the ten-story gun

Brass boots saw those trench-eyed preteens
Spraypainting fangs onto sanitized dreams
Rich, rich, blackbirds falling asleep
In broken bottle hot tubs

Brass boots saw everybody laughing
Saw everybody sleeping
And death's grin grown men cleaving million dollar debts
From the bank of their own skin

C'mon, c'mon, let's run
To the cracked open sun
C'mon, c'mon, let's run
The birds are burning down