Gray Bouchard - Small Houses Lyrics

Burn down the small houses
Those spineless kids will be the death of me
And all this rotted wood
Yeah it does you no good
When they cast you out to sea
And all the lakes you go to drown
Won't save this sorry town

Gatekeeper, gatekeeper open up
The mob is at your door
Better throw out your jewelry
And bury your gold
We've come for the keys to the store
You can't keep us out anymore

We will see
What will become
We will see
What will become

They say everyone needs to get stoned
The ones talking usually holding all the rocks
But all the Ypsi kids
With their shit eating grins
Can see us coming down the block
We can't be tamed and we can't be stopped