Killing Kind

You only stick to the east side
Cuz they don't like you on the west side
You said just give them time
Yeah, they'll come around

A favor is what got you here
But its the labor that makes it clear
Oh a stack of ones tucked between the seats

And you can go for days
Just don't ask you to explain
You're doing this living thing
But its the killing kind

Hard hard luck
That story book
Its got nothing on you
Wish you weren't so proud
You could beg
But you're so damn sure
That you're coming out clean from this

You got pushed to the north side
They never make room on the south side
Gotta have stamps on your hands
And the zipcode on your face

Its a racket out here
All these shops and souvenirs
My head hurts from it
You've got my back
White boy, you'll survive

When the country starts to go
Them crooks on capitol hill will rule
Remember that foreign kid
With a heart of gold

Give a fuck
I said "about what?"
You said "everything man"

Got cornered on that ledge
Fuck all them goodbyes
There's a storm that's coming
We gotta save ourselves in time

The bird's in flight
But it ain't looking right
Bald head replaced by the vain and untamed
Its looking like the 4th Reich is on the big screen
Prime Time
Acting like they're good enough to get God a raise

When you go, when you're gone, and you fade away
There'll be complications, but there ain't no law or being saved
You're doing this dying thing, but you're living tonight