In Remisson
I've got a winning lotto ticket from the state of Massachusetts
Tucked in the back of my wallet
I'll cash it when I'm back in Boston
With a blank eye from the cashier
for why it's torn and busted up
I remember that moment of silence
I was at a mall in Norwich
Shoppers stared at the ground
The escalators went on smoke breaks
Oh 1918, you've yet to see the worst of humans acting
Maybe the future's just a little bit weird
Maybe the God you love is all I've got to fear
Life's a terminal illness in remission
Tucked under the weight of it all out for a drink
And then we drove back drunk through the busy city streets.
I hate how I always get nervous every time I try to speak
In front of a big crowd a pretty girl or the police
And I hate the things that I know about you
And all the horrible things that you do
I don't want to be late for work today
I want to chew up my dinner and spit in your face
Light fire to your home and tap your cell phone
Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Oh yeah!
If everyone needs a crutch then I need a wheelchair
I need a reason to reason with you
If everyone needs a crutch then I need a wheelchair
I need a reason to reason with you
If everyone needs a crutch then I need a wheelchair
I need a reason to reason with you
If everyone needs a crutch then I need a wheelchair
I need a reason to reason with you
Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Oh yeah!
If everyone needs a crutch then I need a wheelchair
I need a reason to reason with you
If everyone needs a crutch then I need a wheelchair
I need a reason to reason with you