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Rural Savages

from Rural Savages by Criminal Wave

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Its 1 a.m on a Monday night
They're hiding out of sight
Breaking into abandoned buildings
They don't know wrong from right
Its their home they have nowhere to go
Trailer parks and broken homes
Hideouts out in the trees
Cigarettes and amphetamines


Alone in their thoughts
Alone in their minds
Trapped in a waste of time
Alone
With nowhere to be and nowhere to go
Alone in their homes
Alone with their friends
And at school with the other kids
Savage they are
And they're never gonna get out

Alive they feel on the street tonight
Another alley, another fight
Another run in with the cops
Or passed out on the sidewalk
Red lights trailing close behind
And theres no escape they'l find
So at night they creep and roam
Endless cycle of feeling totally alone


Alone in their thoughts
Alone in their minds
Trapped in a waste of time
Alone
With nowhere to be and nowhere to go
Alone in their homes
Alone with their friends
And at school with the other kids
Savage they are
And they're never gonna get out Alive

Rural wasteland
Do you know where your children are?
On the street

They're Savages

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from Rural Savages, released March 11, 2015

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