I don t believe in heaven, I do believe in hell
It s down the street from here, And we both lived there for years
We burned the calendars for warmth, And the alarm clocks just for fun
We closed the blinds to make goddamn sure
That we could never see the sun
You could set a watch by the bottle returns
And the ashtrays overflowing on the floor
A...
Nothing s free but time when you re so damn poor
But the past was death row, And the future s a battlefield
I hope we choose the right war
Because I ve been fist fighting gravity, Since the day I learned how to breathe
And I still wake up On the same cold floor i fell asleep on
So I won t, but we shall overcome someday
I can t do it alone, but I shall be free someday
I don t know how to live But I m sick of learning how to die
Vampirism is for poseurs in junior high
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We made our own postal system, To cross the continent
As long as freight trains run And loners pick up dreamers with thumbs
Who needs governments to get a letter to you
Or a mixtape to me, or a postcard to Johnstown?
What s a thousand miles between friends?
What s a friend that s not worth crossing a country?
But I owe money and broken hearts
From Philly to Sydney and back to Vermont
(yeeeah) I regret a million things
A...
And that s only what I haven t forgot
But the past was a mine field, And right now is a prison break
I hope we make it alive
When who we are doesn t stop where the law begins
Then we ll storm their court houses to survive
So I won t, but we shall overcome someday
I can t do it alone, but we shall be free someday
I don t know how to live But I m sick of learning how to die
Vampirism is for poseurs in junior high
