From three blocks away I can see the lights, hear the sounds, cold august night, I'm in debt for life • these precious things, they scream, they laugh, they howl, "hey, we don't know what we want!" • the air thick with their taunts, "Hey!" • do you know the smell, carnival?
Popcorn, candy foam, the stench of piss and violence • somethings, once were's, might haves, and never was • cold august night, your whole history comes crashing down • in those sacred and reckless years when i brazenly swore there were things I would never do • then the crimson and cloudless sky echoed everywhere, "there is no thing you wouldn't do" • these restless fiends, they scream, they laugh, they howl, "hey, we don't know what we want!" • they air thick with their taunts, "Hey, we don't know what we want!" • from three blocks away I can see the lights, hear the sounds, cold august night, I'm in debt for life