Busted screens and rusted cars*
Flaking paint and razorwire
Porch swing sways in a twisted rain
Scorched my face in a flicker flame
Somebody told me
This world was mine
They lied, they lied
Somebody sold me
A new family line
It died, it died
Somebody hold me
It''s so cold tonight
it's so cold, it's so cold, please hold please hold me tight
Heavy hands and feathered tongues
I think I saved the band when I ate our young
Until I lost our plans in a bargain bin
Now I'll be damned but I don't know when
Somebody told you
the past was gone
they were wrong, wrong
Everyone knows you
and your protest songs
well right on, right on
Nobody owes you
for your righteous rage
You got paid, you got paid, you got paid move on move on.
Rusted dreams and busted bones
Love songs screamed into telephones
Futures lost in a summer spell
Summer's past and it's just as well
Summer's past and it's just as well
Summer's past and it's just as well.
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