Jini

A city's molten gold
The native rite of desperation
Affordable and safe
Words once in love now separated
Another auld lang syne to your bullpen
More vacancies my friends

Let's do this!

Cracks in wet asphalt
Stress fractures cave-in to craters
Structural downfall
Leaking life
Dad is a failure
Everything in this sinking building broke
The bread-and-butter choke
Oh no

Jini Jini, I lost my head
Can't pay the rent, can't mend the fence
The life we built in the home we made
Where ownership it means nothing

If we leave, we will never be able
To return from landlock
We could breathe within our means
Stable for the long-term trade-off
It's only a version of you
With a distorted world view
The fear of the unknown
Imprisons you

Jini Jini, I lost my head
Can't mend the fence, can't pay the rent
The life we built in the home we made
Where ownership it means nothing
Ownership means nothing
Our ownership, it means nothing