I can hear the cries of the dead
maybe it's your neighbor
beating his dog in the ba!@&(t.

I can hear the cries of the dead,
muffled by the ground
but still loud enough to make it out.


monkey-webs of concrete road
disappear in time

weeds and trees that grow from seed
will cover us in time
swallowing all of the buildings

and every single piece of trash

I can hear the cries of the dead

maybe its your neighbor
playing his trumpet in the ba!@&(t
I can hear the cries of the dead

muffled by the ground
but still loud enough to make a sound


You went to the mountains, true
and painted what you saw
you came back late and hid the painting

underneath our couch
and I wasnt there when you made it
but i feel like i'm there when i'm lookin' at it


oh-oh-ooowoo (x2)


I can hear the cries of the dead.
Maybe its your neighbor
beating his dog in the ba!@&(t.

I can hear the cries of the dead,
muffled by the ground
but still loud enough to make it out