a city aint no place for a heart

[devastatour]

a city no place for a soldier's heart
so he compiles letters and notes in regards
to the country where he lost his soul
workin a dead man's job on ms leon's farm
shovelin shit into sectioned standards
has lost it's charm
when the chicken and milk
find their way to the industrial draught

so some day take your boots out walkin
beyond city streets out to the forest
where our heartbeats grow
and when you find that hidden cabin
your rebel colors match the neck ties
in satan's fashion oh

take the bus back north where
your feet hit hardly on cement
with the blood of the union's army
and your ear's bleed cause the payphone
keeps ringin like a god damn
tin whistle celebratin' independence
so keep your teeth clean for your
next constitutional amendent
if you want freedom you need
glue, blood and books

chorus again

in the summer's dump truck heat
ive been searchin for new york city's
hidden cabin but somebody blew that up
so long ago
so ill keep singing,
you keep writing,
you keep lying,
and jake you keep recordin
because the shoe shine boys
quit to go back to school