We love our town,
Tonight our town is coming to kill us.
We love our town,
Tonight our town will end all of us.
Some of us are reproductive,
Inconvenient and docile,
The corn and the salt of the earth.
When our town’s hatefulness ceases being entertaining,
We see what is coming for us,
The day is ours, only religiously.
Living that good life,
I guess we all have quotable faces,
Many years to come, printed on text books as insane.
When our town is done burning us,
And filling our pockets with stones,
Let’s not get caught, let’s keep going.
Living that good life,
Labor without reprieve,
The end was always coming.
Wake me up when it’s finally here.
No, don’t wake me up.