Friday, February 15, 2013

Rusty James

Rusty James

This whiskey sour, amateur hour Raise your glass and toast your friends Some day we will fight again, well Your enemies, your tragedies Pocket knifes and rusty chains Where in the hell is the old gang, yeah? And all the losers Can't even win for losing And the beginners Don't even know what song they're singing [x2] Well there's no one left around And you're the last gang in town And your heart can't even break When it doesn't even pound This broken scene is turning green Brass knuckles left in the rain Death wish kids among the living I want to ride on the divided Anything but the mainstream Where the fuck is your old gang, man? And all the losers Can't even win for losing And the beginners Don't even know what song they're singing [x2] Well there's no one left around And you're the last gang in town And your heart can't even break When it doesn't even pound So long Didn't even say goodnight So long There's nowhere to go When you're hiding in plain sight [x3] Well there's no one left around And you're the last gang in town And your heart can't even break When it doesn't even pound

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