Homesteader Video (MV)

These words a cloud of smoke
Stuck in my lungs and all my thoughts
Need some kind of oxygen
To rid myself of awful thoughts
Got a thousand words
And a hundred bad ideas
I'm always in the wrong
And somehow out of control
Its getting hard to exist
How do I get through this
We always fought through this
Cuz I was born
To make you rich
Baptized in
Capitalistics and
And I was made
To kiss that ring
I had no intentions of being anything
And the liquor stores closed
And your out of hope
You start talking to friends that don't exist anymore
And the liquor stores closed
And your out of hope
You start talking to friends that don't exist
Exist anymore
Cuz I was born
To make you rich
Baptized in
Capitalistics and
And I was made
To kiss that ring
I had no intentions of being anything