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I been lookin' around at abandoned cars on the side of the highway
Askin' myself if they a metaphor of the lack of drive, a dead battery eye
You gotta' scream to get your point across, that's our way
You gotta' scratch the skin with the youngest cut, it'll be okay
Too many nights, in the Greyhound station up North Syracuse
And the purchase screen, lookin' at me like it was talkin' shit just as I walked in
Too much dead pride in singing mood through American veins
Through confidence of twenty fools will equal four change
Yeah, we were playing dead, (Ah-ah-ah)
Wanna' break my job, maybe break the band (Ah-ah-ah)
Can't leave the space hidden on the steps (Ah-ah-ah)
It's no surprise I have religion on the radio
We can't find any other signal
So, that's is how it'll go when you're buildin' somethin' that's worth the build
But keep it in mind why you started to climb, it gets harder with high
Don't you think to study over now, what a waste
The gun in your head and the one in the mirror got a different face
Yeah, we were playing dead, (Ah-ah-ah)
Wanna' break my job, maybe break the band (Ah-ah-ah)
Can't leave the space hidden on the steps (Ah-ah-ah)
It's no surprise I have religion on the radio
We can't find any other signal
Woa-oh-ho-oh-oh!
Are you gonna' break down the wall
Playin' with a red rubber ball
Pick the hammer up, turn me all to dust
Break down the wall
Playin' with the red rubber ball
Pick the hammer up
Turn me all to dust
Woah, woa-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh! (Turn me all to dust)
Woah, woa-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh!
Askin' myself if they a metaphor of the lack of drive, a dead battery eye
You gotta' scream to get your point across, that's our way
You gotta' scratch the skin with the youngest cut, it'll be okay
Too many nights, in the Greyhound station up North Syracuse
And the purchase screen, lookin' at me like it was talkin' shit just as I walked in
Too much dead pride in singing mood through American veins
Through confidence of twenty fools will equal four change
Yeah, we were playing dead, (Ah-ah-ah)
Wanna' break my job, maybe break the band (Ah-ah-ah)
Can't leave the space hidden on the steps (Ah-ah-ah)
It's no surprise I have religion on the radio
We can't find any other signal
So, that's is how it'll go when you're buildin' somethin' that's worth the build
But keep it in mind why you started to climb, it gets harder with high
Don't you think to study over now, what a waste
The gun in your head and the one in the mirror got a different face
Yeah, we were playing dead, (Ah-ah-ah)
Wanna' break my job, maybe break the band (Ah-ah-ah)
Can't leave the space hidden on the steps (Ah-ah-ah)
It's no surprise I have religion on the radio
We can't find any other signal
Woa-oh-ho-oh-oh!
Are you gonna' break down the wall
Playin' with a red rubber ball
Pick the hammer up, turn me all to dust
Break down the wall
Playin' with the red rubber ball
Pick the hammer up
Turn me all to dust
Woah, woa-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh! (Turn me all to dust)
Woah, woa-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh!
Lyrics submitted by Kyhan
Track duration: 03:03
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asking myself are they a metaphor for lack of drive or dead battery eyes?
ya gotta scream to get your point across and that's our way
ya gotta scratch the skin with the youngest cut and it'll be ok
too many nights int he greyhound station of north Syracuse
the departure screen looking at me like it was talking shit just as i walked in
too much debt, pride and swinging mood through American veins
the confidence of twenty fools with equal parts shame
yeah we're playing dead
ya wanna break my jaw or maybe break the bread
can't leave or stay, sitting on the steps
it's no surprise i hear religion on the radio, we can't find any other signal
slow, that's how it'll go when you're building something that's worth the build
but keeping in mind why you started to climb it gets harder with height
don't you think of starting over now, what a waste
the guy in your head and the one in the mirror have a different face
yeah we're playing dead
ya wanna break my jaw or maybe break the bread
can't leave or stay, sitting on the steps
it's no surprise i hear religion on the radio, we can't find any other signal
are you gonna break down the wall playing with a red rubber ball
pick the hammer up and turn me all to dust