industry lyrics

When the industry collapses You'll find wind turbines on your front lawn When the industry collapses You'll find yourself in TI-84s (A heap of broken satellite images) (Of Tuvalu, of Tuvalu) Bare feet on burning pavement What the fuck were we ever thinking? You took your boyhood for granted, I always loved that Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na (oh, woah-oh-oh) Na-na-na-na-na-na-na (oh, woah-oh-oh) Said: What's with the guitars down by the train tracks? Wouldn't tell you that I loved you 'Cause I was not so sure I loved you Goodbye my friend, I'm not going to come back (Tech money came in a steel-panel death trap) I swallowed the Sun The Sun, the Sun, the Sun (Wouldn't tell you that I loved you) ('Cause I was not so sure I loved you) Calling us faggots from an F-150 In a garden suburb from the 1960s Have I not felt your palms around me? You're one to talk, yeah, you're one to talk, yeah Was a garden suburb from the 1960s And I don't know why I found it funny They were calling us faggots from an F-150 Should've said: You're one to talk, yeah, you're one to talk, yeah That's what I should've said, right?