Gonna make a record in the month of MayIn the month of May, in the month of MayGonna make a record in the month of MayWhen the violent wind blows the wires away
Month of May, it's a violent thingIn the city, their hearts start to singWell, some people sing, it sounds like they're screamingUsed to doubt it but now I believe it
Month of May, everybody's in loveAnd the city was sent from aboveAnd just when I knew what I wanted to sayThe violent wind blew the wires away
We were shocked in the suburbsNow the kids are all standing with their arms folded tightKids are all standing with their arms folded tightWell, some things are pure and some things are rightBut the kids are still standing with their arms folded tight
I said some things are pure, and some things are rightBut the kids are still standing with their arms folded tight
So young, so youngSo much pain for someone so youngWell, I know it's heavy, I know it ain't lightBut how you gonna lift it with your arms folded tight?
First they built the roadThen they built the townThat's why we're still driving aroundAnd around and around and around and aroundAnd around and around and around and aroundAnd around and around and around and around
2009, 2010 wanna make a record how I felt thenWhen we stood outside in the month of MayAnd watched the violent wind blow the wires away
If I die in the month of MayLet the wind take my body away, yeahWish I may or wish I mightBut meet me down there with my arms folded tight
Start again in the month of MayStart again in the month of MayCome on and blow the wires awayCome on and blow the wires away
