Down in the Yards - Rubblebucket

Takes all the lives of the liars up in Babylon

Armed with the knives fall in stride can’t put troubles on

Yield all the sins up the ante with bad company

Those who escape party down in the yards

Greets all the stings with good smiles of triumphancy

Turnstile gates flip and smash smoke to red

Inside the rust there’s a gushing love

Into the night

The ones who choose to defy

Going to find a party

Down in the yards, down in the yards

We don’t need anything

It isn’t what we use to get down anyway

When they say go away

Go away, get on down to the yards

(Radios, dancing hoes, twisted clowns, paper crowns, radios)

Amidst all the fires people dance with their bodies off

Floating away on a trip so divine

Radios play through their ears bursting ecstasy

Those who escape party down in the yards

Wooooo oo oo ooh