Rotary park is safe after dark
Neighbors off porches, the playground is stark
Wine stain'd a vacant old basketball court
Dwellings surround a municipal fort
Don’t mind the stories of triumphs and glories
Rotary park is the jam after dark

Be, leave and decide, stay and be blind
Easy to claim when you’ve places to find
We nearly died, be that inside
Grinding the gears of all tides

Rotary park is at peace after dark
Chief pontiac stamped his name on the mark

Mystery buried in flat dominos (be, leave and decide, stay and be blind)
Twilight atuned to a creeping repose (easy to claim when you've places to—)

Don’t mind the lion hid dreaming of zion
Rotary park is ablaze after dark

Rotary park is swell after dark
Coveting woes in bureaucracy throes
Trials by pairings with blood on the psyche (be, leave and decide, stay and be blind)
Victory airings not sponsored by Nike (easy to claim when you've places to find)
Purple potato-faced comrade ascends (we nearly died, be that inside)
Vultures encircle abandoned amends (grinding the gears of all tides)

This morning I woke from a nightmare and fell out of bed
And lo! The ghost of a man ages thought to be dead
A smile and a ribbon he wore with a dutiful pose
A wink, a prick from the thorn of that beautiful rose

Rotary park is a gas before dusk
Don’t mind the four savage young horsemen of musk