Jazz June Bullets In The Backpocket
We tried and failed
We tried and we failed
So what's the next stop; what's the next one open
It's only decided by open eyes
It's only decided by the bullets in my backpocket
So who put the dial onto stop the motion
It's always heavy coats and heavy bags
The barrel's full; the barrel's full; pull the trigger
And steal away, steal away
But we accept the insults
And lie like its ok
They've already stolen your brothers and sisters
The odds are agianst you; the numbers all set
But these are the days the past didn't make history
So pack up your bag and say f..ck it
It's been such a long time since I've seen your ugly face
And to tell you the truth, I don't think I've missed it
We dance on our own graves
