Glorious Sons White Noise
Well it's pissin' rain in all my head again
In all it's pelting pain
I know my mind's made
I'm gonna die in the rush
Like a gleaming kid
And I've learned the older you get
You're either wild and dying
Or boring and blessed
Tonight I'm natures bullet shooting
Shambles from a gleaming sin
White noise, white noise
I smoke my cigarettes to feel the burn
It's kind of nice feeling
Something that you've earned
To just turn off the lights
And burn in the dark with a dart
I'm west-bound, bloody and proud
A secret choice ain't a secret now
You gotta roll with the punches
And pull with your pride to put it out
White noise, white noise
White noise, white noise
White noise, white noise
I've got the feeling again
I've got the feeling again
White noise, white noise
White noise, white noise
White noise, white noise
White noise, white noise
White noise, white noise
White noise, white noise
White noise, white noise
I've got the feeling again
