10 hundred acres of hallowed ground.
Come hell, high water, or heavy crown.
KC lights make clouds of daylight in the dark.
Cables snake and power arcs.
Girl on my shoulders – I know I can hold her.
Scream a wave of impatience. Let those mythmen get a taste.
‘Cause I’d love to know what kind of damage this creature could do,
’cause I love a girl with a little red maple leaf tattoo.
I thought the demons were holding court
when that long Greyhound trip was cut so short
What garish barricades this garrison must reinforce
with Wendigo and Maggie clawing at the door.
We could live on tear gas, sleeping in the tall grass
with new names, new relations, old tattoos but brand new faces.
‘Cause I’d love to wear a coat of loup-garou
‘Cause I love a girl with a little red maple leaf tattoo
Put that lighter in the air, it’s in the underbrush somewhere.
Grab a blanket, find the flares. I still smell that harsh smoke in your hair.
Back in the field there’s thousands there who’d crowd around us ’cause they care.
I can’t get signal anywhere. Greyhound’s not moving. Burn the spare.
I can’t see you anywhere. Follow my voice, now don’t be scared.
Don’t forget they made us swear. It’s not a promise it’s a prayer.
Ring the churchbells! Hit the floodlights! Let the sun burn off the dew!
I found her sleeping with the thousands in the field. I knew that maple leaf tattoo.
Hall of Records 