Hard rock, Fast tempo, rocking, aggressive, raw, heavy, menacing, mean, heavy, Male vocals, distorted electric guitar, bass, drums, tambourine
Take your eyes off the ground and tell me straight I broke my seams
Sell what's mine and burn my house, watch me drop American dreams
I watched your smile rot away and wait for pain to take hold
I wish your tongue would decay don't speak of words to cleanse my soul
Oh I wanted more for myself
Save yourself the lie for the working man
Don't identify with a helping hand
Going down the line with a beaten stance
I don't need to pretend I'm going down
I've seen the city show its hand and grip a heart to slow its beat
The filth that grows is in demand, it feeds the poor to let them sleep
I'll scratch me eyes I'll see no more
and tear my skin I'll feel no more
Oh I feel like a child
Chorus
Chorus
Drag me out