Attica

I pulled myself into the rain

and I washed off every sin I made

Combed my face and cut a smile

and tried not to complain

while I had one hand in the pit of philly

and one eye on that emerald city

I have made a few mistakes

but these are my mistakes to make for

Attica

I hear you coming for me Attica

I hear you coming for me Attica

I hear you coming for me Attica

I don't know where You come from

but around here when someone gives up

We don't speak nor to remind them

we stick to the code of silence

A broken bottle on a stubborn brow or a field dress

in an open crowd

They cut him from his head to toe

but they could not take his love for You and

Attica

I hear you coming for me Attica

I hear you coming for me Attica

I hear you coming for me Attica

Spare me the death of a thousand stabs

and just tell me what You haden't planned

I don't make much money these nights

And You don't seem to smile like I remember

You as a little kid with

your autumn hair in the summer wind

The seasons changed like a disguise

but I'll be waiting ever night

Attica.

I hear you coming for me Attica

I hear you coming for me Attica

I hear you coming for me Attica

I hear you coming for me Attica

I hear you coming for me Attica