[verse 1]
Welcome back to the fold
You're dealing with frustration and you're looking old
Welcome back to the game
You've found a dying nation and you've staked your claim
You're driving with a cop behind you
Swallowing the evidence for when they find you
Rolling in a brand new van
Practice might make perfect, doesn't make the man
[chorus]
Roadside's the place to cry
Pulling up white crosses high
Tenderly [?]
The ones that came before me would very much abhor me
To think that i'm a coward but man, i don't wanna die
[post-chorus]
But i will
Oh, i will
Oh, i will
Oh, i will
[verse 2]
Welcome back to your home
Everything's been powerwashed and painted chrome
Welcome back to your nightmare
Your friend's been disappeared but your whole family's there
[chorus]
The hillside's the place to slide
Away from rising fascist tides
They said, "hands up" and i complied
The ones that came before you would very much abhor you
They judge you as a traitor, find you guilty when you're tried
[synth solo]
[outro]
Well, i will (the roadside)
Well, i will (roadside)
Well, i will (roadside)
Well, i will
Well, i will (the roadside)
Well, i will (roadside)
Well, i will (roadside)
Well, i will
I don't wanna die