Artista: Crime In Stereo
  Canción: Jesus Is My Ride Home

Sift first through the madness
Glass and ash
Rooftop perched 
Staggering captains over the backyard captive

And it's not what's so attractive 
As in the madness and sin
It's in waiting for the kids to ignite 
So we can see what happens 

Watch the place divide into private bathrooms
Arising wide-eyed 
Scissored straws looking surprised
We can watch the commerce
Rise across the cobblestone
Selling everything from getting stoned 
To being less alone

And if you want to be left alone
Endanger gutters on your own
What's the use of those solitary rooftop blues 
When there's smoke to stain your fingers? 
Chasing rafters
Raining sulfur and English 
On every pretty face in the room

Oh the gravity of the spinning ground 
It slows the growing legend in this house 
Surrounds the night closing in like a crowd 
In gossip, traffic and sound
Oh the soul of this dying town
It's come alive when you come around

In every muscle twitch 
That shakes the dust right off your skin
Every backseats snitch
The younger kids that run to tell their friends 
All the things our private roof can bring
Much of madness, much more of sin