This town’s made of tar
So when no one gets hot
They’re stuck in their ways
And there are no better days yet to come
At least not for some
To watch them some nights between parties and fights
To try to belong
It feels so very wrong (feels so wrong)
So in case I don’t follow
In case I don’t follow this through
In case I don’t follow
I think that it’s best that you knew

They’re the unattached
All their plans are made unhatched
They are just like you
But with nothing to do
They think I’m one of them
But they don’t know
I’ll send accounts of what goes on
I have files on every one

And midtown’s the same
It’s all a big game
You want me inside
To prove that we have tried
To regain this nation’s glory
The amusement’s arcade's closed for the day
Thirty or so were gathered on the road Nowhere to go
My last is to you before I am through
You can’t talk of trust expecting us
Without a fuss to always protect you
To always bring them back to you

We’re the unattached
All our plans were made unhatched
We are just like you
But with nothing to do
I’m one of them
No longer will I send accounts of what goes on
I know where I belong


Lyrics submitted by CrookedRain

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