When you're three sheets to the wind
It's best to move slowly
Forgiving yourself your sins
part of the process
You're born with the bloodshot eyes
And legend in your lunch time

The words you scrawl on the wall
Are filling the silence
totem pole in your home
Warding off violence
Ignoring the outstretched arms
The body you pushed too hard

Don't you know the cracks can be seen?
It's space you know what I mean
This beat will never be
Tearing the arched down
And nailing the old doors shut
And tearing the arches down

These streets they used to look big,
These houses were holy.
low fidelity scene
Unblemished by progress
The memory stained foot steps 
Will bury the day we left

Don't you know the cracks can be seen?
It's space you know that  I mean
This beat will never be
So tearing through the urban heart
But the more you see the more you are
Oh, but the tragedy is it has to stop
Tearing the arched down
And nailing the old doors shut
And tearing the arches down