The Redness in the West - The Lawrence Arms

Wasting away never felt this way before

I played all the ditties they were hollerin' for

Then they shot at my boots and told me to dance

And I didn’t really wanna but before I had the chance

To say my piece everyone was laughing in my face

It’s safe to say I hate this place

Do you wanna get lost, cuz I can’t stay found

I done my time killing days in this town

I got a little itch and I’m thirsty

All I wanna know is who’s coming with me

Fuck you

You’re cool

Fuck you, too

The last goodbye is simple and true

I got a fever for the cowbell, boys

I fell for the beat, but I stay down for the noise

Break into something that’s beautiful now

Tell me that it’s gonna be okay

Or exalt my friendships and line up these bottles of beam from

My crib to my grave

I wrote it to end it this way

Let’s get lost cuz I can’t stay found

Hell, anywhere is fine if we drift out now

I’m so tired of doin' my dyin' here

We’ll fuck 'em all… we’re gonna fuck em all when we get there

This time we’re gonna roll where only fools dare

We’re gonna lie

Tonight

Then we’ll disappear