When are you gonna come down?When are you going to land?I sure have stayed on the phoneI should have listened to my manYou know you can't hold me foreverI didn't sign up with youI'm not a present for your friends to ownThis boy's too young to be singingThe RootsSo goodbye, oh great LordWe're the dogs of society nowYou can't blame meYou're not the only oneI'm going back to my houseI'm going back to my houseWhat do you think you'll do then?I bet they'll shoot down your planeIt'll take you a couple of hoursThe sun is on yourHandMaybe you'll get a replacementThere's plenty like me to be foundThere's plenty like me to be foundfilling your chilling paiядSo cry, I'm a pretty boyWell, the thoughts of society howYou can't take me in your bed houseI'm going back to my townBack to my town to go downI'm a holy black townWell, I'm on the side of my future lifeYes, I'm a holy black town