"Fellow Travelers" as written by and Peter Hoffman Shannon Mcardle....
The travelers rushed the borders,
You had your reasons,
Had your orders,
The mindless thinker mentalists.

Played your game - you made the list,
Paint your face - held up your fist,
Till someone slapped you limp wrist silly.

Slap-dash, insincere and unfulfilling,
You knew the raffle there,
But you're not willing,

She wore a wire to the lord,
Two diamond? heels, a 10-inch sword,
It's on the books, it's by the boards,
It's up for sell you know,
We Can't afford it anyway.
I can't afford it anyway.

White-washed on the roof for highway robbery,
Think that this is best just not left up to me,
You held her in your arms,
And then you held her in disdain,
You washed up in the desert sun,
Then dried out in the rain,

Blind to your own purpose,
God knows why you even came,
To watch us burn

Washes away....

Letter in the drawer,
I could've swore I loved you more,
I guess that now I ain't so sure,
It doesn't matter much,
Can't afford you anyway.
I Can't afford you anyway.

Washes away

Can't afford you anyway.






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