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
