Song Length |
4:57 |
Genre |
Rock - Indie/Low-Fi |
Lyrics
Circumstance.
Loss Control.
A second chance to dig a hole.
Deliverance.
Black and White.
You see daylight.
I see night.
Sing your song
your range, my home.
A plastic cowboy all alone.
Standing still you might get hit.
Change your clothes, you smell like shit.
Don't look back and see the waste.
You won't have to endure the taste.
Is your net worth
fighting for?
Over there
Not out your back door.
Walking on the backs of those
who eat the dirt of the path you chose.
It starts right here and ends with you-
you Sons of Whores look what you do.
I am a Righteous Son.
Am I the only one?
Walk the line you feel the sun-its beating down on everyone.
Your sweat is clear, our consciousous not.
Your acting cool but don't feel too hot.
The air is dry but your feet are wet just waiting for the sun to set.
Just getting through another day-is it worth the price you pay?
Can't pull yourself out of the muck.
You can't get out but you won't give up.
Turn your head and look around
The view is clear no ones around.
Standing still you might get hit.
Change your clothes, you smell like shit.
The fear is leaking out your pores
Get on your knees, you Sons of Whores.