The Winners

(альбом: The Introverted Socialite - 2016)

I can't even sleep I been tied to my telephone
We're just newer animals, roll up all the medical
I can clear my mind but I cannot clear my schedule
I try to let it go

I can't even sleep I been tied to my telephone
We're just newer animals, roll up all the medical
I can clear my mind but I cannot clear my schedule
I try to let it go

What you been saying, I can't hear ya through the ground love
It's like we did the shipwreck, and no one ever found us
Now we seeing big checks
And the boats helicopters all around us
But if I never lit something
They probably would've drowned us

'Til we get old, make a bankroll
Take it back home if you know where to go
Change your phone, new zip codes
Let the high Pope come and save your soul
We pop pills, still blow smoke
That's the only way we were taught how to cope
Had no money but we had hope
Had no money but we had hope

Shooting for the stars
Tuck it in the waistband, see it in my face man
In and out of cars
Trying to see the day, man
We can make a change and get up out this wasteland
Breaking down the walls
Plotting our escape, man
Get what you can take, man
Making no mistakes, man
Pop a couple bars
Whip it out the case, man
Quarter like I'm Aikman, we could take the place, man

What you been saying I can't hear, you out of town, love?
But if I never made something, you probably wouldn't be around much

All your demons
Never die, they just hide
All your demons
Never die, they're inside

'Til we get old, make a bankroll
Take it back home if you know where to go
Change your phone, new zip codes
Let the high Pope come and save your soul
We pop pills, still blow smoke
That's the only way we were taught how to cope
Had no money but we had hope
Had no money but we had hope