Strings of Change
Danny Garcia, Matt Costa
[Verse 1]
Some live off the land
Some grow tired of the old gas lamp
And some turn to strangers along the way
Some holy tramp on a desert plain
[Chorus]
Some pour a drink and drown
Some long haired innocent swarms the crowd
Some give birth to their mother's fiends
I'm staring at the strings of change
[Verse 2]
And some throw religion away
Some clip the nails of the hands that pay
Some will give to get in return
Strangled sex with their egos
[Chorus]
Some pour a drink and drown
Some long haired innocent swarms the crowd
Some give birth to their mother's fiends
I'm staring at the strings of change
[Outro]
I'm staring at the strings of change
Staring at the strings of change