Them good old boys, if they don’t win it is a shame.
Rotate the corner, traffic stacking up all over again.
Face down, king of hearts at the table of cards.
Stack them up, stack them in.
I’m stacking nickels and dimes up, and I’m stacking them up all over again.....
The last ones were gone before the next ones had come.
Less becomes more, we became one in the same.
We set ourselves out on display, hung out to dry.
“Why lie? I just need a beer!”
Just hand me whatever you can spare.
Hung out to dry.
Disposed. I am the man out on the corner with a cardboard sign in my hand.
I’ve got a lump in my throat from sitting at a table in a buffet full of lies.
I split my lip to the cheekbone from showing all my teeth and wearing out my smile.
A day-to-day prostitution of my personality.
Wake. Beg. I am the man out on the corner with a cardboard sign in my hand. Out on the corner I’m the man.
Track Name: Television
it’s not the end of the world
time for a sequel to arrive
time’s not my friend of this world
eats up my insides alive