Rusty James
This whiskey sour, amateur hourRaise your glass and toast your friendsSomeday we will fight again
Well, your enemies, your tragediesPocket knives and rusty chainsWhere the hell is the old gang at?
And all the losers, can't even win for losingAnd the beginners don't even know what song they're singing
When there's no one left aroundAnd you're the last gang in townAnd your heart can't even breakWhen it doesn't even pound
This broken scene is turning greenA brass knuckles left in the rainDeath wish kids among the living
I wanna ride on the dividedAnything but the mainstreamWhere the fuck is your old gang man?
And all the losers, can't even win for losingAnd the beginners don't even know what song they're singing
When there's no one left aroundAnd you're the last gang in townAnd your heart can't even breakWhen it doesn't even pound
So longDidn't even say goodnightSo longThere's no where to go when you're hiding in plain sight
When there's no one left aroundAnd you're the last gang in townAnd your heart can't even breakWhen it doesn't even pound