The basement's been cleared
Out of shit you haven't looked at for years
Packaged and taped
For a yardsale display

The people dismount
To crawl over your discarded crowns
The bills in their eyes
Make it easier to kiss them goodbyes

The public fountain has been sucked bone dry
Trade in their wealth for lackluster price
How do you sleep at night

Don't think we don't know
That you leave but still you won't go
Cashgrab for the cunts
Farewells should be once

You don't see us lay
Down our tartans anything today
The punkers lament
Just to pay your own rent

The public fountain has been sucked bone dry
Trade in their wealth for lackluster price
How do you sleep at night
The years have been kind
Like a fine glass of wine
We give all that we got
Even when out of scotch

From silver to gold
We will never grow old
The choir will sing
Till she carries us home
The choir will sing
Till she carries us home