Ezra Furman Tip Of A Match
(I like those sounds)
(Turn the lights off)
I saw a billboard
Advertising God
I climbed the ladder
I saw the ways
That this city was flawed
I hemmed and hawed
I sold my body
So my brain could eat
But I will not admit defeat
I will not admit defeat
I will not
Apocalypse was
Supposed to happen before this song
We're all grown up now
I think that time's gone on too long
The tide is strong
There's nothing wrong
With being swept out to sea
But I will not admit defeat
I will not admit defeat
I will not
If you feel like the tip of a match
If you feel like the tip of a match
If you feel like the tip of a match
If you feel like the tip of a match
Then strike yourself
On something rough