Flea Bitten Drifters

There's another big tribe in America
That travels basically as an act of rebellion
Half punk, half tramp, they call themselves "Travelling Kids"
Others call them gossip punks or oogles
And an oogle's dog is called a doogle

Bug bitten, beautiful and down on our luck
Well, days, they all grow shorter as the bottles pile up
Wrapped in scars and rags and bad tattoos, not a tether left to cut
Laughin' and singin' all the way back down to Hell

Singin', "We can't help you, help yourself
But we can promise life's much better once you've tumbled off the shelf
So burn that suit and tie, tear down the walls in which you're caged
Have they ever truly made you happy anyway?" (No!)

Never bite your tongue, just let that whiskey bite your throat
'Cause the words you sing are so much more, more than you know
Success is not about the money, and it's not your social class
It's about finding your happiness, so get up off your ass and go outside
I promise that you'll never see more clear
Don't be afraid to live, go find out who you truly are
'Cause no one need to know you more than you, my dear

Well, I've made my bad decisions and I can live with that
'Cause even on the worst days, life's never all that bad
To feel the starlight on a freight train, see the sunrise on the road
So goddamn beautiful and it never will get old

Unlike these dark rooms with cracked walls and carpets
So stagnant, alone, grey and cold
And every time I come back, one less tree, one more road
I don't think this is home anymore

So tear down and clear out and build up
Why can't these people just be satisfied?
'Cause they need another strip mall, and they need another lane
On that road that over-beauty has been paved
Well, I can't help but think about
Do they understand what they've destroyed?
Another farm road was replaced with a tollway today
This don't feel like my home anymore

So as of late, the only words that I sing are of
Gettin' back to you and outta here
'Cause I'm down on my health, and I'm down on my luck
And you make me feel better, dear, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Whitney Flynn, Jesse Sendejas
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