Small Towns Burn A Little Slower 27 Guys Named Steve
I've got to get off my back
And put my words into action
I have laid motionless for much too long now
The dream is not dead
It's just laid dormant in my head
Eating away at the back of my mind
Feeding on my inhibitions
I wanna sever the bonds that have tied me down
And tied my tongue
Wage war with the lesser self
Be a better man
Let's celebrate the blood that courses
Feeding life to every cell
Giving thanks for the air that fills these lungs
Giving us voice, and giving us song
"where are all the good men dead?
In the heart, or in the head?"