Neon Indian - Slumlord Rising

In the middle of the night, in the second sun

The very last shades of day

I see that nobody's kids anymore

Though we look that way, we were 24, growing up

'Cause it's easy to be the miser When no one's the wiser

easy to shake down

Easy to bring the green in various means How easy to wear the crown

They say that this place ain't got a heart

'Cause I could still hear the beat

And every night is oh-oh-oh-ah-oh

oh-oh-oh-ah-oh From all the way down the street

It goes on and on and

On and on and

On and on and

On and on and

Staying at the hallway, hold tight till Saturday