Me and Billy like to sleep all day, on the floors where we decay.

Mohawks in disarray from cutleridge to motherfucking Biscayne Bay.

The gangs tried to kill us but we wouldn't take flight, brass 

knuckles and rusty knives keep the wolves at bay, and we pray from 

traffic downtown, turn it up and take me away. 


[Bridge:]

What do you do when there's nowhere to go? Empty pools and punk

rock shows, after that nobody knows and the sun goes down and the

streetlights glow. We rolled through the city in a bucket of rust

with the punk rock south day girls screaming lyrics at us. From the

backseat kicking up dust to the sound of the only people we can trust.


[CHORUS: x2]

Out of control and you've shivered my timbers, i'm all fucked up the

moon's just a sliver yea silence is golden but duct tape is silver 

like the lining of the clouds that conceal the killers. 


The streets aren't safe when the winds start blowing, in the eye

of the storm the blood starts flowing, we're gathering bricks and 

we're gonna start throwing them at you (We'll throw them at you)


Yea, The streets aren't safe when the winds start blowing, in the eye

of the storm the blood starts flowing, we're gathering bricks and 

we're gonna start throwing them at you (We'll throw them at you)


Me and Billy like to sleep all day, on the floors where we decay.

Mohawks in disarray from cutleridge to motherfucking Biscayne Bay.

The gangs tried to kill us but we wouldn't take flight, brass 

knuckles and rusty knives keep the wolves at bay, and we pray from 

traffic downtown, turn it up and take me away.


[Bridge] 


[Chorus x2]


The streets aren't safe when the winds start blowing, in the eye

of the storm the blood starts flowing, we're gathering bricks and 

we're gonna start throwing them at you (We'll throw them at you)


Yea, The streets aren't safe when the winds start blowing, in the eye

of the storm the blood starts flowing, we're gathering bricks and 

we're gonna start throwing them at you (We'll throw them at you)


Kick us when we're down we're not going away, we're the stray dogs that

chase you the ones that betray you. And wild through the streets

and sleep with the decay of all that you have left us like fit disarray


Out of control and you've shivered my timbers, tell us to shut up

and we'll give you the finger, yea silence is golden but duct tape is silver

silence is golden but duct tape is silver OBEY!