I’m always cursing like a son of a bitch - I’m sick of living in a dreamless ditch
It’s in your eyes - Life without the prize

I’m livin’ thin like whore house king - It gets old - I need a shot for this sting
I’m falling down - Livin’ life with a plastic crown

I’m always swallowing a heaping dose of shit - I’ve tripped, flipped, thrown fits and now I’m Losing it again - all in the name of sin

Lift
Low
You don’t know - a damn thing about me
I’m on 2 - and it all happens in three’s

CHORUS

Firelight burning through the window to me
Not touched by the flame because we‘re running the streets

We weren’t leaping - We just kept our feet on the floor
I’m not weeping - I’m just keeping score

We found his father swinging from the neighbors tree - at 12 years old is that something we should see - I think not- Damn that sun was hot

Down here in the dirt, it’s not a penthouse view - I’m the scratch to itch - don’t bitch
Because you knew - The blood would shine through

LIFT
CHORUS

Bridge

You watched me fall from grace
I saw that smile on your face