All the air goes out of the room
When the boys come
And soon it's just a wall of smoke
They like to leave their mark
Anywhere they are
Like creatures of the savage wild
There might as well be a line
For all the friends they got
And you can tell em from the clothes they wear
Leather boots and their ragged tees
Golden bangles
And if you doubt it
You shouldn't doubt it
As if getting by wasn't trouble enough
Save yourself
Save yourself
Because you can't save the ones you love
The Philadelphia sun
Has got the day all wrong
The locals only sense the time
From the day they're born
Their shadow's three miles long
That all their life they can't outrun
I might have been in the clear
But since I landed here
There's no escaping but on wings
Or in a tunnel of mud
A hole in my own head
And if you doubt it
You shouldn't doubt it
As it getting by wasn't trouble enough
Save yourself
Save yourself
Because you can't save the ones you love
