I pulled myself into the rain
And I washed off every sin I made
Combed my face and cut a smile
And tried not to complain
While I had one hand in the pit of philly
And one eye on that emerald city
I have made a few mistakes
But these are my mistakes to make for
Attica
I hear you coming for me Attica
I hear you coming for me Attica
I hear you coming for me Attica
I don't know where You come from
But around here when someone gives up
We don't speak nor to remind them
We stick to the code of silence
A broken bottle on a stubborn brow or a field dress
In an open crowd
They cut him from his head to toe
But they could not take his love for You and
Attica
I hear you coming for me Attica
I hear you coming for me Attica
I hear you coming for me Attica
Spare me the d**h of a thousand stabs
And just tell me what You haden't planned
I don't make much money these nights
And You don't seem to smile like I remember
You as a little kid with
Your autumn hair in the summer wind
The seasons changed like a disguise
But I'll be waiting ever night
Attica
I hear you coming for me Attica
I hear you coming for me Attica
I hear you coming for me Attica
I hear you coming for me Attica
I hear you coming for me Attica