Sin first through the madness, glass and ash, rooftop perched Staggering captains over the backyard captive And it's not what's so attractive, in the madness and sin It's in waiting for the kids to ignite so we can see what happens Watch the place divide into private bathrooms, arising wide-eyed Scissored straws, looking surprise We can watch the commerce rise across the cobblestone Selling everything from getting stoned to being less alone And if you want to be left alone, endanger gutters on your own What's the use of those solitary rooftop blues When there's smoke to stain your fingers? Chasing rafters, raining sulfur and English on every pretty face in the room Oh, the gravity of the spinning ground It slows the growing legend in this house Surrounds the night, closing in like a crowd in gossip, traffic, and sound Oh, the soul of this dying town, it comes alive when you come around In every muscle twitch that shakes the dust right off your skin Every backseat snitch, the younger kids run and tell their friends All those things our private roof can bring Much of madness, much of madness, more of sin Oh, the gravity of the spinning ground It slows the growing legend in this house Surrounds the night, closing in like a crowd in gossip, traffic, and sound Oh, the soul of this dying town, it comes alive when you come around