Bag Of Bones

I can see the draw of all the glitz and the glamour Coming raw and flippin hammers Satin slippers and hammocks Victim to the gimmicks like laminates There no "tour" if you're only playing shows in your own habitat Exaggerate your stamina in front of cameras Your personas a comb over, with no rover, the shows over No benz or dividends to defend you while you in that slow roaster No coast to claim but my hearts holster Is no closer To being at home then a refugee escaping tyranny Hopping borders dodging bullets from the unknown soldiers I'm a bag a bones saggin' low Fighting the Slow Churning blend of obvious goals To make music with soul The all slow changing dancing troll That controls the tolls A spoken word barely heard like a crackle in the distance I'm the rebellion and the resistance Full steam ahead, i'm taking off full pistons Picking off the head shots and never missin In action If war is what they're asking Then that's what i'll give em' ... ...blah ......blah ........blah (Noise)