The ashes are glitter, the aftermath gold
The curtain is torn, and the cities made whole
The billboards are fossils kept by the sky
Selling their goods to the ghosts of 1999
The victory broadcast still lingers mid-air:
"Hollywood's orphans are back in her care!"

The alleys are all red carpets tonight
We're kings and we're queens, we're the fallen on high
So raise up the lights, raise up your birthrights
and LA runaways, call your homes tonight

The third world was fragile, the first made of stone
Our fathers would wrestle theirs angels from home
You were my Esau, my brother, my kind
I rode on the pegs of your new two-wheeler bike
I stole your birthright, I stole your life
Now I've come for forgiveness, to reconcile

Celebrity mansion, open your doors
Your latchkey grandchildren are wrinkled and worn