Here on Forest Green Everyone knows that the life is so serene And what's not to love Under the sky and the shining stars above Stars above
A subterranean life I don't get out, don't see much daylight I guess the air is sweet Familial ghosts come and haunt me in my sleep In my sleep But I
Only stay here for survival Every day is like the one before, it seems
On Forest Green the lights go dim The awful night was creeping in again In again It's something that you've known since birth You understand this place is cursed It is cursed And it feels like home
It's in the landlord's smile The satisfied gaze of the rank and file We got the sea and the sand We got colonial days on stolen, stolen land Stolen land
Farewell to Forest Green No more oasis in the Anthropocene Only flat black glass Under the waves and gone at, gone at last Gone at last And we
Only stay here for survival Always room for new arrivals on the scene
On Forest Green the lights go dim The awful night was creeping in again In again It's something that you've known since birth You understand this place is cursed It is cursed But it feels like home Feels like home And I can't stay long
Compositores: Daniel William Howard Boeckner, Spencer Krug, Arlen Robert Thompson ECAD: Obra #26005862