Band of the Night - Torodicus

Who is that man on the back of the bus Shouldn't let it get you dragged down so much Who is that man on the back of the bus Shouldn't let it get you dragged down so much Educated dropout living in a vacation home Guess you never know when the wheels will fall off He's a happy old fella in the short sleeved shirt Telling us stories when he was at work He's barking louder, tales get taller every time he does Everybody listen up, I was a teenager Got my first car and drove it over there Someone cut the lights out, so you know Drunk people from the Southeast, they talk slow I'll keep living in the frame where you left me, love I'll keep picking up the pieces of us Well, how do y'all do, we gotta move Fuck off (everybody) Laughing at the tough guy revival in Washington It matters who you know, when you don't know anyone We're staying outside or living in a car Sleeping outside or laying on the floor Space gets smaller, cash is shorter, past is catching up Would everybody shut up? Don't do me any favors Piss blind in the street, so I'm going to come home later And the mess that you made is why we gotta go Vampires in the dry heat, don't think so I'll keep living in the frame where you left me, love I'll keep picking up the pieces of us I'll keep living in the frame where you left me, love I'll keep picking up the pieces of us Us Y'all, chill Cut it out Tired of it That's all

We carried you in our arms on Independence Day And now you'd throw us all aside and put us all away Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun could treat a father so? To wait upon him hand and foot and always tell him "No" Tears of rage, tears of grief Why must I always be the thief? Come to me now, you know we're so alone And life is brief It was all very painless When you went out to receive All that false instruction Which we never could believe And now the heart is filled with gold As if it was a purse But, oh, what kind of love is this Which goes from bad to worse? Tears of rage, tears of grief Why must I always be the thief? Come to me now, you know we're so alone And life is brief We pointed you the way to go And scratched your name in sand Though you just thought it was nothing more Than a place for you to stand I want you to know that while we watched You discovered no one would be true That I myself was among The ones who thought It was just a childish thing to do Tears of rage, tears of grief Why must I always be the thief? Come to me now, you know we're so alone And life is brief