We grew up in the country
In a four-room corn silo
Now we live downtown
It's really loud
The drills, the traffic
Hot dogs and ice cream cones
Everybody's growing fast
Like wolfman Jones
Rise, fall (down again)
Rise, fall (ahh)
I'm going back to bed
Turning off my head
I'm braindead
Rise, fall (down again)
Rise, fall (down again)
Rise, fall (down again)
Rise, fall (down again)
Rise, fall (down again)