Broken crumbling urban decay
Water falling on my body
Once more
To ease my mind
We are struggling in this decay
Wrapped up in her loving bounty
Once more
Let's just unwind
Life is so different now
It's not for us
Don't expect your dreams to come true
Don't expect your bed to be warm
Don't expect your love to come back
Don't expect the world to be right
People calling nothing to say
Falling through the broken window
Once more
I see a sign
Politicians pushing dismay
Scavenging all earthly bounty
What for
Hooked on their line
Life is so different now
It's them or us
Don't expect your dreams to come true
Don't expect your bed to be warm
Don't expect your love to come back
Don't expect the world to be right
Don't expect your voice to be heard
Don't expect your home to still stand
Don't expect a slice of the pie
Just expect that you're gonna die
And I'm holding on
But I don't know why
Got a plan to prove my worth
Will we just survive
Or can we ever thrive
Or will Mammon bleed the earth
Cannot pick up echo delay
Fractures fractals sprawling across
The floor
Relief from time
Life is so different now
It's death and lust
Don't expect your dreams to come true
Don't expect your bed to be warm
Don't expect your love to come back
Don't expect the world to be right
Don't expect your voice to be heard
Don't expect your home to still stand
Don't expect a slice of the pie
Just expect that you're gonna die
Don't expect your dreams to come true
Don't expect your bed to be warm
Don't expect your love to come back
Don't expect the world to be right
Don't expect your voice to be heard
Don't expect your home to still stand
Don't expect a slice of the pie
Just accept that you're gonna die
credits
from URBAN DECAY,
released June 18, 2021
"Urban Decay" written by Jazz Goldman/Renee Jarreau
Jazz Goldman - Lead & background vocals
Reverend Dollars - Background vocals, programming, electric piano, synthesizer
Each line on this album is delivered with malice, and each word hits like a mace to the skull. Backxwash uses raw aggression to vent frustration and anguish in a way that evokes an anger with the world rather than a pity for her. Luke Warmwater