Survival

I put up a song
Sad to grease the temple
Start in the middle
With no hands, no fans
To hit me like you do
I would rather be wrong than to burn forever
Mired in achy blue
The flames they love you
But my lips catch fire

I put up a sign said
To grease the temple
Startled to me
It sounds like nothing
So hip me to the till
We would rather belong than to spend our lives cold
Obfuscate by will
I feel some electric bass is up to Hill

Survival
We fight over who comes along
We let the dew drops beat you black and blue
Balloons write the songs
Mistreat me like the the boy you knew
Who sings his life along
And spins you like a fool top
How long wait stop

I put up a song
Sad to grease the temple
Start in the middle with no hands
No hands to hit me like I like
You can hammer these long words
And sentences into obscenes you like
I feel I'm missing bait
Just off the mike

Survival
We fight over who comes along
We let the dew drops beat you black and blue
Balloons light the lawns
You treat me like the the boy you knew
Who swings his life along
And sings you like a fool song
How long wait stop

Feet don’t want to drag
You lucky Jew
You're spot on
Let's see those fingers, hon
Spit out your gum and sing along
Ooh, your luck is through
They all still speak of your sweet decisions, son
About a suitcase junky bum

Survival
Survival
Survival
We fight over who comes along
We let the dew drops beat you black and blue
Balloons write the songs
You treat me like the the boy you knew
Who sings his life along
And spins you like a fool top
How long wait stop