From Oakland to Warsaw

Destroyer

You lost your serve
You lost your swing
You thought you'd heard
Of everything, Hell no

From Oakland
To Warsaw
Don't you know the kids were all a-wrong
Raise their voices in song
Air comes out, air comes out

I know your style, you've got drastic desires, and shit
Warm yourself by the fiery stage
Fiery cause I lit it

You lost your serve
You lost your swing
You thought you'd heard
Of everything, Hell no