Standard (EADGBE)
The record keeps skipping through dirty windscreens
And it's one never ending cliche highway scene
and the visit's too short and the journeys too long
It feels like we're trapped in some damn burnouts song
But no tool belts or steel caps just drums and guitars
And we don't work in mines we just sing songs in bars
Chorus
It's a broken down dream but we call it a life
Like a circus performer who swallows the knife
Just to spit out the handle and choke on the blood
It's a broken a broken down dream but we pray it's enough
I'd give the devil my soul for a good show tonight
Just a glimpse just a sign I'm not wasting my life
Give me hellfire eternal when I'm done with this earth
And Satan one more thing please let them buy merch
Cause the van is sure thirsty we've got a long way to drive
And we better get going or we won't make it on time
Chorus
It's a broken down dream but we call it a life
Like a circus performer who swallows the knife
Just to spit out the handle and choke on the blood
It's a broken a broken down dream but we pray it's enough
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And the stranded bored and stagnant they point to their chains
And in hushed tortured voices ask how dare we complain
They think the damnationon it comes standing still
But we know all too well it's this distance that kills
All the flowers and crosses that haunt these roadsides
And we swear sometimes it's like swallowing knives
Chorus
It's a broken down dream but we call it a life
Like a circus performer who swallows the knife
Just to spit out the handle and choke on the blood
It's a broken a broken down dream but we pray it's enough