And the little number to basically sum up the last couple years
I just sit there, and try and flood the thoughts
I tell it's all right, it's all good
It's all love, it's not though
Cuz there's a kink in the armor
A pothole I'm sinkin' in, the more I lie to myself
So I try to stand up, pace in my living room
Set my eye to the highway, knowin' that I'll play chicken soon
There's a vanity plate, with my name on it
There's a Davy Crocket hat with a system fat cat under it
A musket rifle spittin' at my feet
And want me to dance in the middle of the street
I respect my elders, so I do as I'm told
But I've it kills me inside so i take a drink, losin' control
Guilty feet do have rhythm
They just dance to the wrong theme music to amuse the villian
Instead of killin', I spare the raccoon
And start fillin' sand bags as I stare at the moon to hold back the tide
And let the thoughts flood, blessed are those who are damned
When the levy brokes, how many who will save?
A staircase to a hug with no hands
Accountability has hung out to dry on the line of command
I remind ourselves it's all right, it's all good
It's all love, it's not though
Cuz there's a kink in the armor
A pot hole I'm sinkin' in, sharing a drink with my father
It's a family affair, the vanity we share
Death of one, is becoming the death of all
The water line is rising and all I did was stand there..
All I did was stand there
I tell it's all right, it's all good
It's all love, it's not though
Cuz there's a kink in the armor
A pothole I'm sinkin' in, the more I lie to myself
So I try to stand up, pace in my living room
Set my eye to the highway, knowin' that I'll play chicken soon
There's a vanity plate, with my name on it
There's a Davy Crocket hat with a system fat cat under it
A musket rifle spittin' at my feet
And want me to dance in the middle of the street
I respect my elders, so I do as I'm told
But I've it kills me inside so i take a drink, losin' control
Guilty feet do have rhythm
They just dance to the wrong theme music to amuse the villian
Instead of killin', I spare the raccoon
And start fillin' sand bags as I stare at the moon to hold back the tide
And let the thoughts flood, blessed are those who are damned
When the levy brokes, how many who will save?
A staircase to a hug with no hands
Accountability has hung out to dry on the line of command
I remind ourselves it's all right, it's all good
It's all love, it's not though
Cuz there's a kink in the armor
A pot hole I'm sinkin' in, sharing a drink with my father
It's a family affair, the vanity we share
Death of one, is becoming the death of all
The water line is rising and all I did was stand there..
All I did was stand there