Can't Kick Up the Roots

The golden groves are lined with affluence and roses

But the bagheads down by

Central Station are closer to where home is

It can be grim and send you west from time to time

Yeah, this place is such a shipwreck

But this shipwreck, it is mine

Day by day we grew to love this place

And where I make my grave, my anchor lays

I've been wasting away

But in a town with no way out

There's not much else to do anyway

If you're looking for a place to decay

Then there will always be a place in my town called revelry

I've seen a punch or two

Narrowly escaped a few

And if you can get the day off, I could show you a view

I remember the football games

The first time that I got laid

And the time broke his finger drinking by the lake

Day by day we grew to love this place,

And where I make my grave is where my anchor lays

The sound of my youth echoes

Out through these empty streets

I guess I can't kick up the roots

It's home, and that's the truth

We know what it's like to be put down

So fuck you to the world, and stand your ground

We know how to turn it

Inside out and get a little bit rowdy

I'm not stuck I'm staying

Yeah I said, I'm not stuck I'm staying

And if you've got sorrows

To drown and the bottom's where you're bound

You will always have a place in my town called revelry