Well here we are at a dead end
How do we begin? If even at all
How do you pick yourself back up from this fall?
They will chew you up and spit you out
When they get a taste of that new sound
I was running out of rope, that I was saving to hang myself
You know that I’m a mess, But I’m cleaning up so well…
They say that we’re dead
Can you be the bigger man?
Hang it up or hang your head
They say that we’re dead
But I’ve got a solution, and we’ll be home before the revolution
Oh look what you did, look what your started
You’ve got the whole town talking
And now they eat it up, out of my hand
We reinvented the second chance
I’ve got no business starting a family
When I’m busy starting a revolution
I’ll be the first to point that finger
I’ll be the last one to take any blame
I’m keeping a smile
While we crawl for miles with nothing to laugh about
And when they etch my name at the site of my grave it’ll say
“Here lies a man,
Who needed the rope taken out of his hands.”
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