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House Of Heroes

The Young And The Brutal

 

The Young And The Brutal

(álbum: The End Is Not The End - 2008)


No one ever told me there'd be days like these
The water's running out, but the grass is green,
Stuck in the 'burbs with the Xanax teens and me
Where do I belong?

I don't know what it is right now
I've got less faith than I have doubt
(But I want to believe!)
O, God give grace to the young and brutal
We're uninspired, not un-useful
(I want to believe!)
There is a way

No one ever told me there'd be days like these
The water's running out, but the grass is green,
Stuck in the 'burbs with the Xanax teens and me
Where do I belong?

No one ever told me there'd be days like these
Sinking in the sea of our apathy
Stuck in the 'burbs with the Xanax teens and me
Where do I belong?

God shed your grace on the brutal, the faithful,
The desperate, the wasteful
Where is the hope for the teenage loner?
We all dance til the music's over
Who do we believe?
Oh, save the bees! Is it World War III?
I'll afford my car, but not gasoline
Who do we believe?

No one ever told me there'd be days like these
The water's running out, but the grass is green,
Stuck in the burbs with the Xanax teens and me
Where do I belong?

No one ever told me there'd be days like these
Sinking in the sea of our apathy
Stuck in the burbs with the Xanax teens and me
Where do I belong?

God give us grace to be brutally faithful,
And make up for wasted time
God give us grace to be brutally faithful,
And make up for wasted...

No one ever told me there'd be days like these
The water's running out, but the grass is green,
Stuck in the 'burbs with the Xanax teens and me
Where do I belong?

No one ever told me there'd be days like these
Sinking in the sea of our apathy
Stuck in the burbs with the Xanax teens and me
Where do I belong?

I'm right where I belong
I'm right where I belong
I'm right where I belong

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