We can carry the weight of this town
On our backs tonight
Oh we're just about ready to die
Impulses out, there's no sleep for the days and days and days
We are the free spirit squad
Taking all the hearts that get in the way
And I wear my shoes down to the skin
From stomping the ground
To the rhythms of my sin
And I keep my heart and liver close
Cause I'm blessed with a curse

I'll never let you know
Let you know
There's something about these strings
I can't let go
And I'll never sleep, I'll never sleep again

My eyes are circled, ears ring loud
Burned out by the great times had
They red themselves
No rest, relief, or break in sight
What's a man without a vice
I'm cursed by the hop and vine
I'm blessed by the hop and vine

So now we run
We walk and crawl back home to start again
So you better check the pulse
Check the punchlines here
It's a false sense of safe
When the sober just aren't here
We've earned these days
We've earned these years

Three cheers for the self-medicating
The, I'm lost and I'm not waiting
These are our days
And this is our year
We were never the ones, oh baby
You've gotta take those setting suns as they come
Don't lose your heart and don't lose your fun

So now we run
We walk and crawl back home to start again
So you better check the pulse
Check the punchlines here
It's a false sense of safe
When the sober just aren't here
We've earned these days
We've earned these years

We can carry the weight
We can carry the weight
We can carry the weight


Lyrics submitted by eltroyo11

The Count of Monte Fisto song meanings
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