But wait, we’re starting up again
Out standing stark in the A.M.
And gray boy walks and whitey bites
And Scout may never see sunlight
And no one’s ever coming home to you

You on film and I’m on the tape
Chi-Town too would kick you away

Alone we go home again
In the arms of obscurity
In a separate reality
In a certain way, oh

I can feel the days are counting down now

All loaded ladders failed to be tied down
All around the workers are the sound

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Words & music by Hofmann / Kiley