Some folks have the same song and dance
Downtown bars and cheap romance
Getting off not getting far alone
I watch this freeway turn to dust
I flick you off the upper crust
Shouting down how you can bring it back to how it was
I act out and you act tough
When you save face I call your bluff
If you don't wanna give me some
I'll find someone who does
Sweat your summers hot and sweet
I run your streets with my bare feet
But you still got the coldest cold I know
Never left till my daddy died
I got swept up in family pride
The truth is that the truth came in
I crushed my face deep in the dirt
I'll dig the ground and sow the hurt
Lungs filled up to shout the worst
You're a glass window display
Of preaching man you praise to pray
A hand me down thrift store trade
Play all night long to beg you please
You're still my favorite song to sing along to