Heavy Boots Cold War Kids

Heavy boots for crying out loud
Heavy boots are caught up in the crowd
You hear the news we haven't got a chance
Heavy boots we're crawling on our hands

Smokestacks burning up my bills
New York cuts and Hamptons on stilts
Turnstile the radio boys
Seasick yards are popping floorboards

Crooked nights dreams I can't speak
Overpass raining underneath
Great sales the pretty fine lines
On the road to where the trees touch from both sides

Smokestacks burning up my bills
New York cuts and Hamptons on stilts
Turnstile the radio boys
Seasick yards are popping floorboards

Choked nights dreams I can't speak
Overpasses raining underneath
Great sales the pretty fine lines
On the road to where the trees touch from both sides

Heavy boots for crying out loud
Heavy boots are caught up in the crowd
You hear the news we haven't got a chance
Heavy boots crawling on our hands