Lyrics South Philly - Cayetana

South Philly

I fall asleep to the sound of violence and I wake up to the sound of sirens
And you and your missing parts and you with your dreams in jars.
Riding south I can’t see the northern lights or the apathy we share on those
Drunken summer nights just me with my dreams in jars poor me with my missing
parts.
I watch you day dream about god are you day dreaming still?
Watch you day dream about god are you day dreaming still?
But what has he done for you?
— I fall asleep to the sounds.