"Woodlawn Cemetery" lyrics

Everybody down
Oh, shit
You alright?
Yeah
Shh, everybody quiet
Look around, make sure we're okay
This is a graveyard
Everybody make it?
Cochise, Cowgirl, Fox, Swan
Ajax, Rembrandt—
Not Cleon
She's gone
Riffs got her

We gotta go back and find her
With the cops on every corner?
No, Cleon's the best of us
She shoulda made it out
She believed—
She believed—
In Cyrus
It is way too soon to mourn her
She should be by our side
Pshh, knowing her she probably tried
To make things right
Can't count how many times she saved my hide
Is the truce still on?
And it must be fifty miles to get back
Shit!

What are we gon' do?
Do we fight?
What are we gon' do?
Against the tide
What are we gon' do?
Of the armies of the night?

We get back home alive
When the night goes sideways, get back home alive
If the night divides us, meet back up in Union Square
We'll regroup and we'll prepare
To get back home alive

And who decided to make you war chief?
Ajax
Come on, Ajax
No, I wanna know! Who gave you the right?
Swan is Cleon's number two
Well, good for Swan, but Cleon probably died tonight
Don't say that
So make your move
And I intend to survive tonight
So make your move or fall in line
Come on, Ajax

We gotta stick together
We lost Cleon, we can't lose you too
Fine

I'll get us home alive
We can find a subway station, gets us home alive
And we know our destination
Rembrandt, just before we go
Make our mark and let 'em know
That we were here tonight
And we'll live to see tomorrow if we just survive the night

What are we gon' do?
Get back home alive
Come on, come on, come on, come on