Some get it up in lights
I get it up in chalk
I'm doing quiet alright
That's me on the blackboard
Don't have the answers yet,
The question it is real clear
Can you look me in the eye
And tell me what are we doing here
Cause the only friends the dust
Keeping me company
The heat you can always trust
The cracks in the plan growing steadily
And off in the distance straight from left-field
They're shaking the cans
Another E.C appeal
And nobody knows ya
Until it's time to leave
They clap a hand on your shoulder
Say the best they've seen
And where you gonna go
I'm out the door walking
Cause we were just about to say
It's the alcohol talking
It's a tired old cliche, but it must be said
It sure feels great, rolling into the flatlands again
I've been way away, for too many days
But now I'm back again, so everything is gonna be ok
So tell me friend, where did that nice smile go?
And when's it gonna end? That's what I'd really like to know
Cause it's a sad old story
Painted on the people's face
We're not going nowhere
Not anything from this place
And would you like to join me, doing nothing at all
We talk of revolution, talk of hammering down walls
Cause the grass is greener, and I mean that literally
Things just get better, 100 miles away
credits
from Chickenshit,
released August 8, 2017
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