Letras
We win one more pissing match
And march onto the north
Standing still in a sinking pool
Suburban yellow is our truth
Banged up and bent out of shape and place
Sleeping in a different house
A suburban felon is our youth
A new position inefficiently boxed in
Cyclical living
There's nothing like getting up before dawn to start wasting your life
Nothing like getting up before dawn to start wasting your life
A lousy friend with crooked hands
A work of love in progress
Moral compass like burnt food
A work of love is finished
A new position inefficiently boxed in
Cyclical living
There's nothing like getting up before dawn to start wasting your life
Nothing like getting up before dawn to start wasting your life
There's nothing like getting up before dawn to start wasting your life
Nothing like getting up before dawn to start wasting your life
Nothing like getting up before dawn to start wasting your life
Nothing like getting up before dawn to start wasting your life
There's nothing like getting up before dawn to start wasting your life
Nothing like getting up before dawn to start wasting your life
Nothing like getting up before dawn to start wasting your life
Nothing like getting up before dawn to start wasting your life