Lee Bains Iii & The Glory Fires Sweet Disorder! Lyrics

Mountain mist gives way to a yellow haze
As we glimpse, from the backseat
Southtown kids waiting for the bus in blurs of white and navy-blue

Out past the city wall, each little kingdom
Fills its stucco citadel with tow-headed children
As we file quietly, hush now, into the long dark pews

Stolen girls sit locked inside
The sweating walls of sodden motels
Lining the barricade our fathers named First Avenue North
Rusted buses ship strong young men
To prisons risen in the fields of old plantations
Where their bodies are turned to profits by our fathers' courts

O, sisters
Can you shout it out? Sweet disorder!
O, children
How do we ditch
Involuntary servitude
And form
A true union?
Sweet disorder!

The hills rippling out from the interstate
Hide overgrown mills and backfilled holes
Left in the wake of the company's long burning march south
The board still lays blame on cheaper, darker men
Once creekbeds, now oceans, away
Who outpace the gun into the fiery furnace and the mine's black mouth

O, brothers
Can you write it out?
Sweet disorder!
O, children
How do we scrap
Globalist American plutocracy
And build us
A magic city?
Sweet disorder!