Blue Ribbon

I met your friend, on the 35th floor

What a view of downtown dirty work can afford

I am no judge, yeah I used him all up

Had a taste of the life

But it wasn't enough

I'm back in the city of roaches and mice

Where a man is reduced to the price of his time

Bleeding it out in golden handcuffs

I'm questioning why, cause it doesn't add up

We won't run for your Blue Ribbon

We won't run for your Blue Ribbon

Your Blue Ribbon

Every change of season, I'm changing my guard

I'm coming to terms with insignificance

What is a name without title or plaque

What is the worth of ashes and dust

We won't run for your Blue Ribbon

We won't run for your Blue Ribbon

We won't run for your Blue Ribbon

We won't run for your Blue Ribbon

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