lyrics
You're going down, toiling in your mock obscurity,
In your home town, drunk upon the dead-end surity.
Look in their eyes, see the glimmer of light,
Rocket is rising, but just not tonight,
By next week you'll be sure.
Flirting with time, making out around the corner walk,
The honest man's crime, wanting to believe your doubletalk.
Making your bed in sincerity's shoes,
Talking the talk, but you're fighting to lose,
When Verity gets out.
And if Bill says it's a classic blunder,
You'd best believe it's true.
Though there might be alternatives to going under,
There's none that you would choose.
'Cause when Bill says it's a classic blunder,
You'd best believe it's true.
Though there might be alternatives to going under,
It's nothing you would do.
It's the way of the world,
It's your way out of time,
If you're not on the map,
Then your path is a lie.
In the kingdom you choose,
All you have is your vote,
That's when your drunken Earl takes note.
Walking around, full of all the rock idolatry,
In every new town, selling off the pre-teen poetry.
Getting a buzz off the glamor of youth,
We are the new men, declaring the truth,
That shapes before your eyes.
credits
from
House Party Live 2009-09-29,
released August 29, 2009
Reed Oliver: lead vocals, bass guitar
Isaac Priestley: guitar, backing vocals
Bruce Chandler: drums, backing vocals
Megan Allen: backing vocals
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