We watched the stars in the sulfur sky sky (wersja 3)

Intro

Static on the wire, rattle in the gate (gate)

Two in the morning and we never run late (late)

Watch the towers burn

Watch the towers burn

Verse

Two in the morning on a gravel mound

Subwoofer vibrating the poisoned ground

Cut-off muffler with a rattle in the dash

Pocket full of copper wire, pocket full of ash

Steel-toed boots kicking flattened aluminum cans

Black motor grease pressed deep in the hands

No silver spoons, just a chipped lead pipe

Teeth full of grit and the timing is ripe

Antenna bent double like a rusted spine

Tracking white static down a dead power line

Neighbors keep their curtains shut, bolt on the gate

We don't sleep early and we never sleep late

Orange sodium light cutting through the canal

Chemical runoff in an iron corral

Hood still warm from the four-mile sprint

Eyes wide open with a sodium glint

Chorus

We watched the stars in the sulfur sky (sky)

Radio towers blinking red up high (high)

Sparks on the rail where the circuit blew (blew)

We watched the stars and the concrete grew (grew)

Verse

Overpass dripping with a petroleum stain

Cold wind whistling in the drainage drain

Never wanted neat lawns, never wanted clean shoes

Scratched-up paint is the color that we choose

Tape deck looping on a four-bar beat

Heat coming off from the cracked back seat

Freight train rattling the ballast stones

Bass frequency resonating in the bones

Smoke stacks coughing up a dark grey crown

Looking at the rooftops looking on down

Red hazard beacons on the cooling tower grid

That’s every constellation that the clean folks hid

Solder on the circuit board, solder on the skin

Lockbox open and the engine kick in

Tire tread smooth from the zero-degree skid

Proud of every single crooked thing that we did

Chorus

We watched the stars in the sulfur sky (sky)

Radio towers blinking red up high (high)

Sparks on the rail where the circuit blew (blew)

We watched the stars and the concrete grew (grew)

Bridge

No clean heaven when the skyline burns

Crank that iron till the flywheel turns

Glass in the gravel, blood on the sleeve

This is our ground and we never gonna leave

Yellow haze rising off the riverbank mud

Transformer hum running thick in the blood

Look straight up through the industrial fog

Still king here like an alleyway dog

Chorus

We watched the stars in the sulfur sky (sky)

Radio towers blinking red up high (high)

Sparks on the rail where the circuit blew (blew)

We watched the stars and the concrete grew (grew)

Outro

Red lights blinking on the towers up high (high)

Sparks jumping off when the engine fly (fly)

Concrete stars in the soot and the haze (haze)

Burn out the night till the sunrise blaze (blaze)

Watch the towers burn

We watched the stars