Look Alive
Give a quick call to the Big Man
Said he doesn't mind you don't keep up anymore
Eye rolls from the bar back when you ask–
Heavy hand on the fifth pour
Join the walking dead downtown
Pay the kids for whatever they're selling
A small fortune for a fortune teller
For the things you know that there's no way of telling
When you call in ahead on the weekends
There's no excuse I won't be there!
There's a man preaching in the backstreet
It took an hour, but he sold me
Sold my soul for a bumper-sticker
$1.50 theology
Circle drive around Sebring,
A stick fish on a key ring
Keep the ways of the kingdom!
Look alive until you start to see things
When you dance, you dance in your sequins!
There's no excuse I won't be there
And in the end, you will say that you see things!
There's no excuse I won't be there
And every day, I feel my body readjust in a bad way
("But I am equally scared just as often!")
In a year, you're declared a prisoner of the state
And I will be offered peace of mind
That it's your own fault
But I know I'll still think it's no one's fault
I'm not gonna lie
And I will call your home home
I will call your home home
Said he doesn't mind you don't keep up anymore
Eye rolls from the bar back when you ask–
Heavy hand on the fifth pour
Join the walking dead downtown
Pay the kids for whatever they're selling
A small fortune for a fortune teller
For the things you know that there's no way of telling
When you call in ahead on the weekends
There's no excuse I won't be there!
There's a man preaching in the backstreet
It took an hour, but he sold me
Sold my soul for a bumper-sticker
$1.50 theology
Circle drive around Sebring,
A stick fish on a key ring
Keep the ways of the kingdom!
Look alive until you start to see things
When you dance, you dance in your sequins!
There's no excuse I won't be there
And in the end, you will say that you see things!
There's no excuse I won't be there
And every day, I feel my body readjust in a bad way
("But I am equally scared just as often!")
In a year, you're declared a prisoner of the state
And I will be offered peace of mind
That it's your own fault
But I know I'll still think it's no one's fault
I'm not gonna lie
And I will call your home home
I will call your home home
Credits
Writer(s): Austin Mathis
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