|Guitar, Vocals:||Chris McCaughan|
|Bass, Vocals:||Brendan Kelly|
Save a song for me to sing, boy if I wanna play a song tonight.
Is there something I could wail out if I wanna wail by candlelight?
I’m feeling sick.
I’m feeling old.
I’m feeling weak.
I feel that snow.
Down in my knees.
Down in my soul.
In place of guts I’ve got a hole
Like everybody else I’ve ever known.
Baby, this ain’t home to me, no matter what they say
The grass is too damn green here and the hearts are dull and grey
So, take me down to that city where the girls just look okay
It’s about all I can take
I’ve stood too long in one place
Strap me to the station wagon roof and drive me out into the hills
It may sound like I’m screaming from the car but I’m just screaming from the thrill
I’m so alive
I’m so afraid
That I’ll go wasting what’s left of my days
These days I feel
With a cold heart
It’s easier to keep it hard.
Just grab your shit and meet me in the yard
Lollipop dreams and candycane waves
Are gonna hurt like hell when they crumble away
Cuz a beautiful youth hurts worst when it dies
A rotten reminder of the days we decided
We’d rather go big and then rot away
We’d give into love and wind up cast aways
We said ‘fuck all the old, boring shits we’d become’
So we hoarded our dreams
So we burnt every one
And fuck me man I knew not what I’d done
Man, we were just having some fun
For their first full-length album in nearly eight years, the Lawrence Arms amped up their brand of gritty punk with a newly deepened passion for ...