I wished away the bloody nose Covered up the bruises Sure I have my doubts but fathers so proud He pats me on the back and sits me down Says âgood boy, you blew them out all by yourselfâ
The school-yards changing, (keep you blurry) The fist-fights samey (an' headached heads a rolling) I'm throwing punches Your drop-drop-droping again
Put tickets on me I'll only keep'em to fly us home The mic rings hollow: This'll be my year Check me in The curtain-calls on walkabouts Most of us are on the bench Just itching to get back in
Give us something to write home about Before I bluff another get-well to myself Tell mama i'm a dreamer, And father i'm a sinner Don't bother with the in betweens
Fell in love with the lazy winners, Kickin back our teens
Put tickets on me I'll only keep'em to fly us home The mic rings hollow This'll be my year Check me in The curtain-calls on walkabouts Most of us are on the bench Just itching to get back in
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Put tickets on me I'll only keep'em to fly us home The mic rings hollow This'll be my year Check me in The curtain-calls on walkabouts Most of us are on the bench Just itching to get back in