Goldenrod
There's a man on my street with a sign that says 'survival of the fittest'
I don't know what that is but I'm pretty sure I don't have it
He's barefoot and he's looking for change
I'm wearing Nike's and I'm looking for change
Sitting at my desk from 9 to 5 trying to detect signs of life
Maybe I will make my own sign that says "survival is this what that is""
Me and my notebook have been to the void
There I saw despair but I did also see joy
We're all gonna die, so what's the point in panic?
I'm painting my fingernails blue, on the deck of the titanic
Me and my band of great believers, laughing in the face of the gate keepers
Nothing can stop us cuz we are who we are
Locally famous, dive bar, superstars
The little white pills do nothin for me
But you eat what you kill
So I bare my teeth
Cuz I'm hungry
We are all running out of time
No one here makes it out alive
Goldenrod on the roadside
Fireflies facing sunrise
We are all running out of time
No one here makes it out alive
Goldenrod on the roadside
Fireflies facing sunrise
We are all running out of time
No one here makes it out alive
Goldenrod on the roadside
Fireflies facing sunrise
I don't know what that is but I'm pretty sure I don't have it
He's barefoot and he's looking for change
I'm wearing Nike's and I'm looking for change
Sitting at my desk from 9 to 5 trying to detect signs of life
Maybe I will make my own sign that says "survival is this what that is""
Me and my notebook have been to the void
There I saw despair but I did also see joy
We're all gonna die, so what's the point in panic?
I'm painting my fingernails blue, on the deck of the titanic
Me and my band of great believers, laughing in the face of the gate keepers
Nothing can stop us cuz we are who we are
Locally famous, dive bar, superstars
The little white pills do nothin for me
But you eat what you kill
So I bare my teeth
Cuz I'm hungry
We are all running out of time
No one here makes it out alive
Goldenrod on the roadside
Fireflies facing sunrise
We are all running out of time
No one here makes it out alive
Goldenrod on the roadside
Fireflies facing sunrise
We are all running out of time
No one here makes it out alive
Goldenrod on the roadside
Fireflies facing sunrise
Credits
Writer(s): Joey Coe
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