Faces and voices start to blur
Laughing children from the tops of buses
Start to slur
Growing up from the age of 9
Olden childhood starts to 'cline
Falling face first into lies
Straightening up their suits and ties
Suits and ties
Sons of the skyclock sky
Sons of the skyclock sky
He's walking home with bag in tow
Kicked to the ground with rancid, vicious throws
No one is safe anywhere these days
No one is safe anywhere these days
Days are gone
Sons of the skyclock sky
Sons of the skyclock sky
