Wolves in Phase

Helicopter in the burning sky Concrete stairs, metal doors Smell of piss from the riverside This is where they came to be Their calloused fingers Pressing strings Those precious lads Kept to their practice Unsuspecting innocents Shouting, smoking cigarettes Rubber heads all full of schemes Thought that they had gone unseen Their calloused fingers Pressing strings Those precious lads Kept to their practice Did you see them? In the parking lot At the shadow's edge The young will come to say their piece Seeking out electricity But no electrics on our lease Just watering salt in the marketplace No memory here This chameleon street Without their shelter It's just a hunting ground Did you see them? In the parking lot At the shadow's edge