Draggin' slacks through the mud

You're gonna need a rope to get back from where you are going

Adolescents jammed in a confined space

On turn on turn on turn

Draggin' slacks through the mud

You're gonna need a hand to get back from inside the fire

Straight-up grownups jammed in a basement

We keep finding errors

Keep your hands and heads inside

Keep the boy on his feet

Nylon walls keep the woods away

Conversations drop and hit the flames

When the night grows cold on your freshly shaved head

Sometimes you can't help but feel like entering rage and kicking some doors in

Keep your hands and heads inside

Keep the boy on his feet

Nylon walls keep the woods away

Conversations drop and hit the flames