The City Hall - Post- Lyrics

The post man came late today
Vinyl's dead anyway
How could I flip lying still

Six feet beneath contrasting beliefs
This was the age when I'd kill kill kill kill kill kill

Small town but I don't have no pride
Few years away and not much tried
All that's to see is past its prime

Crowded and disparaged

I don't have a label it's not fair
Maybe apathetic I don't care
Not allowed to say they put us here

But it's hard to do your best
When you're fighting for the scraps
Left by generations past
Said that we could do anything

As I rolled
Haunted by militant goals
Tracking wherever I scroll
Searching the key to my soul

At least I know who's in control
Judgment will pass on the bold
Discontent stays in the mold
In the loop out of the fold

I had a dream that our wars crossed the seams
When the dry land stayed dry underground

Woke up to the sun
With my hands on a gun
In a box with the best troops around

As I rolled
Haunted by militant goals
Tracking wherever I scroll
Searching the key to my soul

At least I know who's in control
Judgment will pass on the bold
Discontent stays in the mold
In the loop out of the fold

Once in a day not a time far away
Did I know that I knew that I tried

To climb my way out
Take a breath
Look about and realize that
There's no one topside

Small town but I don't have no pride
Few years away and not much tried
All that's to see is past its prime

Crowded and disparaged

I don't have a label it's not fair
Maybe apathetic I don't care
Not allowed to say they put is here

But it's hard to do your best
When you're fighting for the scraps
Left by generations past
Said that we could do anything