Well the hand painted signs Said, “Just a handful for a quarter.” So of course we left a dollar Drove off with half a barrel full We laugh at ancient proverb jokes Like old, embittered lovers Like all good Detroiters we Look out for one another, always and forever And nowadays I feel like just a sad pathetic man I miss my friends like I would miss my hands If they were lost in a fire, or left behind on tour I’m tenacious like a glacier But I know that I can't do this anymore (Chorus) Nothing feels good to me no more The sum of all my parts are broken bleeding on the floor And there's a bathroom on the right And I have not seen nothing in my life That was good without a fight I was thinking, I’m a man And not a band so would not break up Then my lips could buy a drum machine Leather, chrome and vaseline Big guitars with “F” holes And a flaming upright bass Start a disco, techno, funkabilly Punk rock, emo, something else band Just like artists moving up To turn the South Bronx's into SoBro Then my torso could gentrificate Learn to play the Dobro Get my chicken legs some wooden spoons And pound a rhythm out Start the greatest armless, headless bluegrass band That music city’s ever seen (Chorus) I was destitute and drunk and sick And done with all the roaming I was sitting on a patio I was waiting for the bowmans They were teary eyed and broke as hell And much worse off than me Probably had a laundry list Of all the places they would rather be Then out of nowhere some guy says This city’s turning grey, it lacks an old camaraderie That we ain’t got today He is getting on a plane and he is going across the sea Looks exactly just a lot like everyone that I have ever seen (Chorus) A younger version of myself, his older brother said Why don't you go and find your friends, he said All my friends are dead Now I am throwing clots of dirt and I am screaming at the sky Saying, Why, did they never got the chance to live And did they have to die? He says it always seems like the end of times Since I got back from the war But it wasn’t like we had nothing left But the end of times before His skin is peeling tight And its reflecting like a mirror I’ve lit myself on fire I would gladly burn To get away from here (Chorus) x2
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