How many miles 'til we're done with the Bible Belt States
'Cause I'm in Hell
It's Bibles and bullets on billboards 1-800
It sells itself
And the busy stay busy if we want them or not
They're just following orders
To build those sprawling highways up from our decimation
Those bones wrapped in green embroidered uniforms
Got me feeling nostalgia and resentment
For giving up on my ideals
'Cause I am too nervous to entertain
The notion of moving far away
So I put myself up for sale in every graveyard
Levittown, don't fail me now
Just tell me where I need to go
I knelt down at your alter and you told me
I'm going nowhere
I learn to untether the weight of my past and toxic generations
The outline of your portrait breaks the mirror I'm looking in
Levittown, I guess you finally broke us down
Duck & Cover bought us out
I was bleeding all the time
Looking for a place to hide
Cauterize, seal off the wound
Pick yourself up every day
Keep your tunnel vision locked
Get there any way you can
Levittown, you finally broke us down