of the soldiers who died At night in dreams he sees their souls rise Like dark geese into the Oklahoma skies Well this is a prayer for the souls of the
This is the first song on our new album - with or without your love we sit plan and ponder with or without a chord we've found a way to wander watching
Looking back now on days gone by wishing for a time when you could survive with the hopes and the dreams that you formed and had see the hounds of hell
Turning up three luckys then we'll smoke the rest down 'cause that's about the worth of the assholes in this town like a tiny little flea like an itch
Wanna do the dance of a thousand switchblades maybe meet me in the alley maybe where the rats lay wanna get fucked fight bleed the night away feed the
I guess i'll see you sometime down the road i see it's way too close to the places i know warm your heart with a gun and a knife i guess i'll see you
Believe we're all trapped in circles will the stories ever end lost in memories a thousand words feeling lost within i'd care i'd cry if i'd make a change
At cold wind surprise with open ears and eyes human frame in a door cut hole a human frame in a door cut hole is a person outside the opposing wall with
i'm wasting time (chorus) five-hundred miles from nashville one-hundred dollars in the hole we'll find another home around us maybe somewhere when the kids got soul
sitting at my job choking on my suit and tie and now the leaves all lie dead sleeping with me like a victim sleep now sleep now you are the lucky ones
our knees but complete annihilation is what we really need running through i can't sit still in the end we're all the same just bloody stumps rotten minds with souls
Well i crawled on the land a long time ago learned to use my eyes then i took a look around a giant metal farm is all i could see a bunch of little piggies
The flies they're all sleeping the flies don't wake up the flies the fires are in my eyes the driver screwdriver in your thighs eat your soul like a
Going to paint these walls going to run you through see the times are tough look what were coming to can't walk the path without the stabbing truth that
There's an officer down with enough flack to hang ourselves gates of steel fall down with rats in snared but you've failed to keep the bile down empty
I like kicking in the gutter and Wishing I was lucky Wishing I was lucky, wishing I was lucky Oh I like kicking in the gutter Wishing I was lucky, wishing I was lucky
the soldiers who died At night in dreams he sees their souls rise Like dark geese into the Oklahoma skies Well this is a prayer for the souls of
as the thing that happened each and every day Good things are coming, The problems that you running Will catch up to you someday Sometimes I feel like the lucky one, lucky one, lucky
