Melancholy, MA

Enemies
We got baby prisons
We're out of love
They rigged the system
Enemies
The cops are killing
We're out of love
They even slay our children

These liberal tears in our Fenway Beers
As we drink like a judge
Check the mental health of the commonwealth
Because we're holding a grudge
On the T in misery with broken brains
Come November it's them or us
Somethings gotta change

Enemies
They rape their women
We're out of love
There's no forgiving
Enemies
A new religion
We're out of love
They've rigged the system