I really like this song. The last part is a little mixed up there, lyrically :)
And now I'm sleeping in a box car dreaming of the lost starts, preaching and car hearts
Standing at the edge of this cliff, throwing little things off like rockstars and car parts,
These scars that are marking up my face and body,
are the songs that I write about you but now I base them off me,
I'm breaking laws so we alone don't show a sign of purpose
I walk these lines and the fences ‘til my time is serviced
giant churches, burning witches, pretty perverts, city workers and snitches
that shit's just drying on the fan, the damned
I keep my chin up
I sit up and stand
Just combing through the trust, the rush, the rust, the dust and the drunk angst
I cash my check at a blood bank,
Plus I got some clown make-up and a traveling dunk tank
I really like this song. The last part is a little mixed up there, lyrically :)
And now I'm sleeping in a box car dreaming of the lost starts, preaching and car hearts Standing at the edge of this cliff, throwing little things off like rockstars and car parts, These scars that are marking up my face and body, are the songs that I write about you but now I base them off me, I'm breaking laws so we alone don't show a sign of purpose I walk these lines and the fences ‘til my time is serviced giant churches, burning witches, pretty perverts, city workers and snitches that shit's just drying on the fan, the damned I keep my chin up I sit up and stand Just combing through the trust, the rush, the rust, the dust and the drunk angst I cash my check at a blood bank, Plus I got some clown make-up and a traveling dunk tank