Money in the Wrong Place

Killers

Muggers

Thriving in the cracks

Sirens spin circles

But they never turn back

Cops on the corner

Holding paper-thin shields

Trying to catch shadows

On blood-slicked wheels

Where’s the line

When the line’s in chalk?

They tape off the truth

Then they tell us to walk

We stare at the cameras

Hanging like eyes

But the screen just flickers

While another one dies

How are we supposed to feel safe

With the gates wide open? (hey!)

They cut the lifeline

Call it “budget”

While the streets stay broken

You tell me

“Calm down

You’re fine”

As the wolves crawl out at night

How are we supposed to feel safe

When the dark’s got better rights?

Politicians smiling

From a bulletproof room

Shake hands

Take photos

Sign another excuse

They drain the coffers

Call it “tightening belts”

But the belt’s on our necks

And we’re screaming for help

“Trust the system”

Yeah

We’ve heard that chant

But the locks don’t click

When the keys are gone

We’re walking past candles

In the names we know

Every little flame

Is a “told you so”

Cut the sirens

Hear the heartbeats race

Every echo in the alley

Feels like fate

If security’s a story

Someone sold us cheap

Then we live

Then we die

At the whim of the elite (woah)

How are we supposed to feel safe

With the gates wide open? (hey!)

They cut the lifeline

Call it “budget”

While the streets stay broken

You tell me

“Calm down

You’re fine”

As the wolves crawl out at night

How are we supposed to feel safe

When the dark’s got better rights?