[ Featuring Arrows ]
In an LA town, nobody dresses down
It's hard to find a southerner's ground
Glass snap pearl, 'cause you're a vintage girl
It's all wearing me out
We're used to living without
Strange confession
All souls procession sell out
You see right through this sharp pantsuit
But I wanted to look good for you
Held out this long, half my life is gone
What's right, is what used to be wrong
We're used to living without
Strange confession
All souls procession sell out
From Santa Cruz to plastic shoes
The years are wearing me down
From rock and roll to tortured soul
The years have leveled me out
We're used to living without
Strange confession
All souls procession sell out
We're used to living without
Strange confession
All souls procession sell out
