Wipe down the windshields and roll down the windows

Let's go where the jackals are breeding

Wrap this bandanna around your head

Don't let anyone see that you're bleeding



Fire up the scanner and keep your eyes on it

Don't speak unless someone speaks to you

Hands in your pockets and sun on your face

The warm love of God coursing through you



Home again

Home again

Garden Grove

Garden Grove



I can remember when we were in high school

Our dreams were like fugitive warlords

Plotting triumphant returns to the city

Keeping Tec-9's tucked under the floorboards



Now we are practical men of the world

We tether our dreams to the turf

And cruise down these alleys for honey to feed them

Jellyfish riding the surf

Shoving our heads straight into the guts of the stove



Home again

Garden Grove

Garden Grove