The Wicked and The Wick and my humble Abode

Ripping nostalgia right out of my veins Crippled curtains living in psycho domains We demolished this city not just this city the World I can't live slow enough to get to pretend People go crazy and the next day all mends omens The trenches I call home They said a 15 year old couldn't drive I Showed them My mom said I'd never amount to nothing I'd say nothing is better than a bull life I know my age by the release date of a LP I answer to any name you can call me People complain about the weather I say follow the path to better toils I got my digs in 6 feet of soil Its a humble abode Its where they want me Out if the public eye My home deep in the trenches Sure let's walk down memory lame parking lot paradise Check out where the best bar used to be Some gangster slog slinging brass Torn it down Saying stick all the memories up your es I got al the lowdown Creatures who stole out right our past features Playing domino's getting high while some great band plays on Best you tear up that joint yourself Cause money shakes the moments foundations Money is robbing us Our memories liquidation Its a humble abode Its where they want me Out if the public eye My home deep in the trenches