Not In My Backyard

Angular alt-pop with dry, tight drums and wiry bass; spoken-sung verses in a cynical, low register that jump into a jagged, shout-along chorus, Gritty guitars stab between lines, synths smear in the background on the hook, Energy builds from a tense murmur into a cathartic chant by the final chorus, with gang vocals echoing key phrases

[Verse 1] Politics is a game show Spin the wheel Trade lives for clout You had a filter in the lab test Left it off Now you’re saying “we’ll sort it out” Easy in the experiment Too expensive when it gets real You sign the paper Shift the poison To a town you’ll never feel [Chorus] Not in my backyard Bury it behind my screen Paint the broken concrete green Not in my backyard You call that progress Call that fine Progress starts by decline [Verse 2] I don’t need to fall from CO So you can sell unbreakable shoes Shoes to walk on flooded sidewalks Shoes to kick the same old news Shoes to paint a perfect color Shoes to burn a billion dreams I don’t even need those trophies I can live in torn-up jeans [Bridge] Strip it down Back to the trees Let the roots write New policies Make the steel form leaves Make the towers breathe Leave it all behind Or choke on your design [Chorus]

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