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cold van vs. rollins, keep our hearts lit cause candle to the sun, which one won? like a band of guthries we work, we write and roam from the honest side of the fence and matchbook homes the conquests of the useless can't buy us a witness so vagabonds we become to glorify the distance between the roots we forgot beyond the limbs that brace the sky we piss thanks in the snow to pass along the light five years in a row, we got the shit end of the stick no sense of relief to mark off the list our lives are the toll roads in jersey and east of chicago the industrial tar pit of assholes but I love it if I could take a Polaroid of when I was at my lowest point maybe I could kick the habit, straighten up, drop the bitch but I was born to bleed, born to be hated, born to lead all the rats and children to the river where they can drown with me worrisome me, don't drown me out, the guilt is killing my mood Aus Songtexte Mania