hope they come marching down the street
like a desperation murmur of a heart beat
coming back from the edge of town
underneath their feet, the time has come
and it's going nowhere
nobody ever said that life was fair now
go-carts and guns treasures they will bear
in the summer heat
the world is spinning around and around
out of control again
from the 7-11 to the fear of breaking down
so send my love a letterbomb
and visit me in hell
we're the ones going home
we're coming home again

i started fuckin' running
just as soon as my feet touch ground
we're back in the barrio
but to you and me, that's single town
home
we're coming home again

nobody likes you
everyone left you
they're all out without you
havin fun