When the industry collapses
You'll find wind turbines on your front lawn
When the industry collapses
You'll find yourself in TI-84s
(A heap of broken satellite images)
(Of Tuvalu, of Tuvalu)

Bare feet on burning pavement
What the fuck were we ever thinking?
You took your boyhood for granted, I always loved that

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na (oh, woah-oh-oh)
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na (oh, woah-oh-oh)

Said: What's with the guitars down by the train tracks?

Wouldn't tell you that I loved you
'Cause I was not so sure I loved you
Goodbye my friend, I'm not going to come back
(Tech money came in a steel-panel death trap)

I swallowed the Sun
The Sun, the Sun, the Sun
(Wouldn't tell you that I loved you)
('Cause I was not so sure I loved you)

Calling us faggots from an F-150
In a garden suburb from the 1960s
Have I not felt your palms around me?
You're one to talk, yeah, you're one to talk, yeah

Was a garden suburb from the 1960s
And I don't know why I found it funny
They were calling us faggots from an F-150
Should've said: You're one to talk, yeah, you're one to talk, yeah
That's what I should've said, right?