Foxholes And Deathbeds Testo

Such vandals of teen angst bullshit, They keep clawing at all of our scars. We've revealed the marks to show it, like the letters carved into the oak bark. Too much of anything could get you killed. They've shown us the light, but we're not thrilled. It's foxholes and deathbeds that keep us aligned, and not so misled. We all wanna be great like John F. Kennedy, but it's all in the timing and how it falls into place. They've tried to gun us down like in the motorcade. But we've all grown so numb from all this Novocain. Let's ride like cavaliers, and hang bright like chandeliers. We'll break every bone that they pick, they'll dread every fucking moment. Too much of anything could get you killed. They've shown us the light, but we're not thrilled. It's foxholes and deathbeds that keep us aligned, and not so misled. If misery loves company, then it's clear this bar is full. To be entirely veracious we're all completely miserable. Too much of anything could get you killed. They've shown us the light, but we're not thrilled. It's foxholes and deathbeds that keep us aligned, and not so misled. Carry the torch, burn what's been scorned.