This year my father's heros have all passed Reagan, waylon, june & johny cash I have felt the earth deep in my bones Are these growing pains or shifting stones?
Cars are standing still on 95 Waiting for the tunnel in straight lines Past my hands, resting on the wheel The skyline's still an open wheel of steel
Would I lie Would I lie Would I lie Just to get by
I'm angrier than I have ever been
We're all throwing punches to the wind Where's the truth when everything is polled They'd sell Jesus fore his blood ran cold
Boys with guns and girls in mud stained skirts This is how you paint the perfect world Gasoline and gold pulled from the ground Remember that when traffic slows you down
