Hear this crucible town That cooks up all it's sighs and frowns And pastes them, to my mirrors on my walls Sewn in at the seams And scattered by degrees By shiny little buttons And crooked big old stones I can't go down I can't go down I can't go down To the shore to wade in till waist deep Wasting time, time stretched years My concrete oaths I can't go down I can't go down I can't go down To the shore to wade in till waist deep Wasting time, time stretched years My concrete oaths So there it goes The long shot six-figure salary The plan of self esteem conquering I concur I'm done Boots come find your place