Lyrics

I’ve been hangin’ around this sordid town
And of the things that I’ve found
There’s one or two that just won’t do
I try to swallow it down without making sounds
Got my head to the ground
But what can I do? It’s under your shoe
And I got no time to find out
Cause my mind’s confined to you
That can’t be true
The hero goes unsung and they’re dyin’ young
Keep my tongue in my lungs
I’m turning blue but what else is new?
Favor paper crowns and their wedding gowns
Like their shit ain’t brown
No it’s a different hue it’s reserved for the few
And I’m blind enough to wind up
In a bind owing dimes to you
This can’t be true