So long was our battle cry as we spilled into the streets
Fuck those people and their children
Oh, our mood was once so sweet
We cold called our mothers while we waited for the train
But for Cleveland he sat silent, no cell service from the grave

Now there were fourteen stops to Prenzlau
And our worries in the back we had books inside our pockets
And the princely gift of gab
There were womеn on verandas whom we nevеr come to know
[?] On to the seat backs and your fears laughed at our hopes

To the right that dawns arrival to the left coat-tails of night
We were young and brash we didn't even speak the language
In our pasts were useless memories
Good for nothing but to spite
And the ride was short and painless
And we saw the cost of living by stealing every heart
Behind your former middle school on every ides of March
And while they'll have you think the glory days are everyone's but ours
I assure you, I assure you, I implore you, that they are not
I assure you I assure you I implore you that they aren't