My brain is achin’, my lips all dry
All the wine we’re taking, evicted Saturday night, be gone by Saturday night
And there’s no sympathy for my plight
I wasn’t born to run, I wasn’t born to run, no no
No possibility for my love
Because we’re already dead, yeah we’re already dead
Because we’re wasted, wasted, out from the backyard to the basement, basement
And I don’t want your sympathy, could use a little empathy
With all these cigarettes they’re blazing, blazing, don’t know how these kids even breathing, breathing
Used to retain my sanity, used to avoid the
One who sees right through your bullshit, one who sees right through my tired eyes
My patience waning, all’s not alright
Guess we’ll just fake it and stay in Saturday night, just like we do every night
And there’s no sympathy for my plight
I wasn’t born to run, I wasn’t born to run, no no
Never get that fortitude for my love
Because we’re already dead, start the cycle again
Because we’re wasted, wasted, out from the backyard to the basement, basement
And I don’t want your sympathy, could use a little empathy
(And at 21 at the porno store, it’s the only home you know, you curse the one who needs you)
Up the banister from basement, pavement
The kitchen clock is ticking straining, screaming
Used to retain my sanity, used to avoid the
One who sees right through your bullshit, one who sees right through your costume, one who sees right through to the other side
I can’t help thinking now about the love we lost
The final price we paid and every other costs
I thought I met the one, I never felt so dead
Was it the circumstance or was it in my head?
It’s just the way we live, it wasn’t in our hands
We did the best we could, but we could never stand
Cuz we could never do what your family did
A generation gap and broken promises
So after 7 years, no longer born to run
We’re stranded on our backs, cuz there’s no romance left
From your credit rating to your payday loans
Your peasant wage, your fucked up homes
But baby we’re alright, I promise we’re ok
This ain’t no epitaph, this ain’t no early grave
I’m trying not to think like a pessimist
I’m just a lonely kid, on my own soapbox
But I’m American, and I was guaranteed
Pursuit of happiness, life and liberty
And while I can’t help blame this on the outside world
I’m hoping you don’t think that this is all my fault
Cuz I can be that man x 8
(It’s the way we live now)
And this will never change x 8
The punk legends return with their first studio album in 35 years, featuring reworked fan favorites as well as all-new material. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 22, 2020
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