All the boys who called their mothers on that day
Were no tough bunch but they had the nerves to go and say
That all your secrets were drowned
with the pioneers who were flooded from this town
They packed their bags only moments too late
With the pounding waves crashing up against the weakened water gates

Cause dire times call for dire faces
So lovely dancer, call and answer
Trade our places in the night [bad word] barefoot, you and I
Dead lovers salivate
Broken hearts tessellate tonight

And all the kids who cut their knees on that old schoolyard fence
Were holding out for posterity and self-defense
We beat them down again
There's no fun in playing cowboys for pretend
We showed them what the backs of our hands is for
The divide is clear in [bad word] year
The rich will take the poor

Cause dire times call for dire faces
So lovely dancer, call and answer
Trade our places in the night [bad word] barefoot, you and I
Dead lovers salivate
Broken hearts tessellate tonight