I’ve got a place to go
I belong in the rocks and the rivers
Bout 50 miles though
Make connections like stones after fish

Above the rising tide of the water
Even the highest bridge is a lie
And you’re lying to me baby
But you lie

And the cold ones are coming alive
And they know
All the lies all the lies
All the time

Are you nervous here?
All the uniforms are the same

These men of infamy
They’ve got it out for me
For fifteen centuries
I have remained unchanged

Long Island mages
Spring from your pages
Drunk and courageous
You always look the same

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Words & music by Hofmann / Kiley