Guitar, Vocals: | Tom May |
Guitar, Vocals: | Greg Barnett |
Drums: | Joe Godino |
Bass: | Eric Keen |
I’ve got a winning lotto ticket from the state of Massachusetts, tucked into the back of my wallet, I’ll cash it when I’m back in Boston, with a blank eye from the cashier, for why it’s torn and busted up.
I remember that moment of silence, I was at a mall in Norwich, shoppers stared at the ground, the escalators went on smoke breaks, oh 1918 you have yet to see the worst of humans acting.
Maybe the future’s just a little bit weird,
maybe the God you love is all I gotta fear,
life's a terminal illness in remission,
so I took the weight of it all out for a drink,
and then we drove back drunk through the busy city streets.
I hate how I always get nervous every time I try to speak, in front of a big crowd, a pretty girl, or the police, I hate the things that I know about you,
and all the horrible things that you do, I don’t wanna be late for war today, I wanna chew up my dinner and spit it in your face, tlight fire to your home, and tap your cell phone.
If everyone needs a crutch, then I need a wheelchair,
I need a reason to reason with you.
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