Ghost Mice - Cementville lyrics

We knew our stream would lead to a bigger stream And eventually the river, and out to the sea It never seemed like a possibility That we could go beyond our boundaries Beyond my mother's screams We jumped over fences and we cut some down As the stream got deeper and winded around When we finally made it to its mouth We stood in silence in what we had found We were afraid to make a sound There was this warning, written in red This is the land of the Senecas, keep out and then beast master said We should not do this now huh? No we should turn around No we should not do this now huh? No we should turn around Make some plans then come back and attack We went to school and we told the gang We all met up the next Saturday Armed to the team with BB guns, Rambo knives and machetes We were a wicked little team We marched beside the new found stream There were red palm prints on the trees We found their club so easily We ripped up everything We showed no mercy We painted lightning bolts And we left a note to let our enemies know that this war has begun We said, you got no rights to post that kind of sign This woods does not belong to you or anyone And your warnings don't scare us Because, we move silently We hide in the shadows of the trees and we will not be seen We can disarm the traps, just set, set our own that you will trip Our arrows will fly straighter This woods does not belong to anyone, but if it must it will belong to us We have won this day, you should know our names We are the Gladiators We made maps, we gave names to all the paths We found the place that gave our little town its name It looked like a castle but it was where they made the cement at To us it was such a magic place We made a temple out of wood and we filled it with the bones That we found in the woods so people would leave us alone We were young, we were dumb, we were having so much fun The new kings of a new kingdom We enjoyed our victory We got a message from some one-named Gypsy He said your bones do not scare me This war's not over and I think that we should meet The temple, this Friday at 3 I woke up early before school and I ran back to the spot It was filled with traps, just like I thought I tore them up and left a note and said is this some kind of joke? There's much more to us than just old bones And the top of the castle is where we would meet next This time the time and the place were things that we picked We said no weapons, we said no tricks We did the best to hide the fact that we were just some little kids We were just some little kids I was scared when I saw him He looked much older and I thought that he might be a Vet Beast master climbed the wall and saw he had a rifle hidden on a rope hanging in the pit We said no weapons and we called him out on it He didn't know how I could know until he turned around Beast master had climbed up right behind him And didn't make a sound And we really had him now We talked for a while with this stranger about the natives of this land, Our gangs, and nature We got home again We didn't know what to think of him But it seemed like the war was over and the trees held no more danger I was sad to see it go A few days later I ran in to him alone At the place that used to be his old gang's base He told me stories of their glory days Before his friends grew up or they moved away And we decided that day that we would build something new We would build it together, it would represent our truce And as I got to know him, it got easy to see That he was just a kid who loved the woods like me He was a friend, he was not an enemy We made our enemies our friends We should have never been enemies with them We made our enemies our friends And our gang got twice as big