Folk Song — текст песни (dillinger four)

It`s like picking up the pieces is a daily chore
Thinking of your time card forms a habit
Watching rick folks on T.V.`s like picking a sore
Fuck it all, they can have it
And now I`m loaded like a gun again
Like a plague of locusts heaven sent
Just a ball of dissension with a death perception
I won`t sweat the definition of content

They said "better safe than sorry" and "look out for #1"
I heard "only play the cards your shown"
Fuck what they say
It doesn`t matter anyway
Only in your grave are you alone

Like grown men staring with little boy`s eyes
And actresses speaking with conviction
These people should demand a pulitzer prize
For various works of fiction

"Judge a book by it`s cover"
And "keep one eye on your back"
I heard "only play the cards your shown"
I say fuck what they say
It doesn`t matter anyway
Only in your grave are you alone

So many people with so much to show
Rotting away in their own little holes
One can only wonder why
I`ll celebrate my home
But know that I`m not alone
Only fools are "along for the ride"
In think of the size Of the world that`s right outside
Please don`t waste it trying to hide