Stone Sour Follow

The girls on the streets all look sad
In this golden crested little town
Why is that? Isn't this the town of dreams?
Yeah, but it comes with a price

It's a town that never does anything
And yet it takes all the credit
A place that promises so much
But never has a thing to say or a care in the world

There's no memory here
No dream for itself but the dreams of others
And all over the world you talk about
A place you've only seen in re-run

Immortalized for its vice
And deified for its carnage
There's money in the air there
All you have to do is reach up and grab it

In basements, garages
Parking lots, empty lots
School yards, town cars
Back rooms and more

Diamonds are fashion
From expectations and fortified
On a steady diet of simple lives and red carpets
The ejaculating zeitgeist and night vision

Culture is a punch line
An emotionist blood in the water
The sharks here play games
You can't fathom

But you flock here anyway
On college money and credit cards
Spend a week bullshitting yourself
That it was all true, all of it
Just to watch in horror as it all falls to pieces
Under the gravity of reality

The starry eyes fade as it dawns on you
Nothing is guaranteed
You were part of the great divide
The chosen or the frozen

Now you're miles away without a net
Your college money is a collage of debt
And your credit cards are all snapped in fucking half
Time to wander a landscape bereft of mercy

This is now the back lot of your failed movie
A waking dream re-written without your permission
The real luster, the soft focus
The soap opera vision is just the hindsight
Of a world who's been lied to
Of sad surfs, and untouchable lords

You took a chance, didn't you?
But chance didn't have a part for you
This time around, maybe next life
And you can't even walk home

The girls on the streets all look sad
In this cardboard, cut out little town
No wonder
That's the only thing here that's real

The gold is for fools, and paradise is lost
But the hungry have never bothered with the cost
Day by day they fall away like rose petals
Like ink that won't dry or fade

It just runs wild down cracks and crevasses
Grooves and folds
So I hope someone saves you before you get cold
I really do

Because the girls are all sad
In this little black book
If you don't believe me, take a closer look
If you can