This ain’t no faction
This is to the nth degree
Sides on fences keep on closing
No black, no white, we want that calming static gray
And you’d think with all this time
We’d learn the loss and then we’d settle in
But you’d see some changes
And in the end you’ve got the kettle black
So listen…

No New York had any intentions of this
Aspirations are all Xeroxed
Half tone pattern and “that” pattern once again

And you’d think with all this time
We’d learn the loss and then we’d settle in
But you’d see some changes
And in the end you’ve got the kettle black

And we see your inspiration
It’s cattle calling, cattle calling you home
And we see your motivation
But none of us will, none of us will be sold

Let’s keep it in the family cuz
Strangers couldn’t care
In the end and not in five weeks
We’ll keep them coming back