f..cked Up Blaze Of Glory
It's all small town hucksters and big city thieves trying
with all they can to take the rug from under our feet.
Broken down and beaten down, another day will surely
rise. What's the point in getting up? We begin to finally
realize with nothing left to hold onto we're left
grasping at straws. We're looking for someone to love us
in spite of our flaws, so our hope hangs on a con man the
kind that will steal our souls, promise them to the gods
above and those down below. So they conceptualize heaven
in our eyes, we can see it there floating in the air,
blind with faith and hearts devoted. We can finally see
the light smiling through another week, shining in the
darkness night but then the doubt comes creeping in.
Maybe they are also wrong, in the foundation comes a
crack no longer our belief so strong this isn't really
news to us, we've known it all along. For lack of any
option better we'll continue to sing the song.
