Song Lyrics

Your skin's in my mouth
But I'm thinking about thousands of things
That don't got your name
So I'm distant and weird
Stopping your all ears
But how can I say
I've just been thinking that it's harder every year
To find excuses that'll keep me in the clear
The arbitrary lines I impress in the sand
The proof the power's in my trashcan
Well I'm looking older every day
The lies I've told have turned to leather on my face
The love I've lost has turned to needles in my heart
But I'm to blame for all the bad parts
By the choices I've made (hey hey)
That's why I turn my face away
I watch the debates
Till I can't see straight
Take abortion away
And we'll dodge it just the same
So I'm not sure why I vote
Cause I just don't know what difference it makes
It seems to me we get the same shit from them both
Reforms don't work I think it's time we tried revolt
But I don't got the guts to jump up first
So I'll just shout until my throat hurts
And I curse and I curse
And while we fucked up in Iraq
You say â??support the troopsâ??
I do, I want them all brought back
And every building you bombed raised from the ground
And blow your contractors the f*ck out
And if you really go and reinstate the draft
Just straight away just split the country straight in half
Try arresting everyone who sends their draft cards back
I'll be returning mine in no time flat
In no time flat
In no time flat
In no time flat
(yeah yeah yeah ba da ba)
In a sense we're the same
Struggling to save face
A question of scope
How far you're willing to go
To make right to your bones
Despite the risk involved
A question of faith
Cause if we wait until we've all been burned to ash
To tell the truth about the shit buried in our past
We'll split a taxi to that fire pit way down south
So let's rise up and open our mouths
Cause you reminder me that it's harder every year
To find excuses that'll keep me in the clear
The arbitrary lines I impress in the sand
The proof the power's in my trashcan
And if you really go and reinstate the draft
Just Straight away just split the country straight in half
So try arresting everyone who sends their draft cards back
I'll be returning mine in no time flat

Amy Bracco, Chris Bracco, Kevin Patrick Devine, Mike Skinner