The tree trunks like open gates For the wild the state of day But by night they turn to the bars On the prison windows of our roads All the dark secrets are inside them And they're looming in front of you! Why don't you stay in your little village Cause we're no more wild and you've got so much Work to do So yeah, we can stop at the state park With our bellies full and no go too far From your little car but if we were gonna do that Why don't we just drive out to walmart And hang out in the parking lot, its almost dawn And the street lights look like moons