Stick no bills
Carry no stones
Come for the cheap thrills
Stay for the broken bones
Split the lane again
And jump the lights
Trust in rush to precede the pain
Pick a place to pick a fight
Are you coming to terms with serving a term?
Turning in or out of turn
We talk through scribbles on a page
You came of age inside a cage
Got spit and shit
Echoes in guts
But the view is better from where I sit
On the steps to all your gods
In the crowd alone
Out of sleeping pills
Come for the broken bones
Stay for the cheap thrills
Are you coming to terms with serving a term?
Turning in or out of turn
We talk through scribbles on a page
You came of age inside a cage
