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Wipe down the windshields and roll down the windows

 Let's go where the jackals are breeding

Wrap this bandana around your head

 Don't let anyone see that you're bleeding

Fire up the scanner and keep your eyes on it

 Don't speak unless someone speaks to you

Hands in your pockets and sun on your face

 The warm love of God coursing through you

 Home again

 Home again Garden Grove

 Garden Grove

I can remember when we were in high school

 Our dreams were like fugitive warlords

Plotting triumphant returns to the city

 Keeping Tec-9's tucked under the floorboards

Ah

Now we are practical men of the world

 We tether our dreams to the turf

 And cruise down these alleys for honey to feed them

Jellyfish riding the surf

 Shoving our heads straight into the guts of the stove

 Home again

 Garden Grove

 Garden Grove