There's a lighthouse in the distance
That you're far too blind to see
The tide is coming over
But you're far too lost at sea
There's a gun on the horizon
That you're struggling to see
Cause the motorhaven of not-worth-savings
Sure makes it hard to breathe
There's a color on your jacket
So difficult to discribe
We're fading in and out of joy
But we'll always say we're fine
From the birth to the wake, electing mistakes
Just to pump the brakes on your country
So don't cry to me when your kings and your queens
Have you down on your knees, begging for mercy
Feed the dream, cover the seams
Empty your pockets as you walk the trapeze
Corrupted little infants
With not a shred of sympathy
The brand new Jesus Christ
Is hell-bent on bigotry
There is not a saint among you
No good men on both sides
It takes no war to end all war
Every war adds to the divide
From the birth to the wake, electing mistakes
Just to pump the brakes on your country
So don't cry to me when your kings and your queens
Have you down on your knees, begging for mercy
Feed the dream, cover the seams
Empty your pockets as you walk the trapeze
No place to go for all the pain to ease
Just choke-chain collars made of added fees
It's been so long since we've felt a breeze
That doesn't smell like oil and burning trees
The world is yours to do what you please
So either rock that boat or get down on your knees
From the birth to the wake, electing mistakes
Just to pump the brakes on your country
So don't cry to me when your kings and your queens
Have you down on your knees, begging for mercy
Feed the dream, cover the seams
Empty your pockets as you walk the trapeze
There's a White House in the distance
That you're far too blind to see
Riddled with corruption
And teeming with disease
There's a gun on the horizon
With no prejudice or prejudge
With enough ammunition to go around
So you'd better be ready to run
DISTORTED DAYDREAMS - (:THE TRAPEZE:) Lyrics
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There's a lighthouse in the distance
That you're far too blind to see
The tide is coming over
But you're far too lost at sea
There's a gun on the horizon
That you're struggling to see
Cause the motorhaven of not-worth-savings
Sure makes it hard to breathe
There's a color on your jacket
So difficult to discribe
We're fading in and out of joy
But we'll always say we're fine
From the birth to the wake, electing mistakes
Just to pump the brakes on your country
So don't cry to me when your kings and your queens
Have you down on your knees, begging for mercy
Feed the dream, cover the seams
Empty your pockets as you walk the trapeze
Corrupted little infants
With not a shred of sympathy
The brand new Jesus Christ
Is hell-bent on bigotry
There is not a saint among you
No good men on both sides
It takes no war to end all war
Every war adds to the divide
From the birth to the wake, electing mistakes
Just to pump the brakes on your country
So don't cry to me when your kings and your queens
Have you down on your knees, begging for mercy
Feed the dream, cover the seams
Empty your pockets as you walk the trapeze
No place to go for all the pain to ease
Just choke-chain collars made of added fees
It's been so long since we've felt a breeze
That doesn't smell like oil and burning trees
The world is yours to do what you please
So either rock that boat or get down on your knees
From the birth to the wake, electing mistakes
Just to pump the brakes on your country
So don't cry to me when your kings and your queens
Have you down on your knees, begging for mercy
Feed the dream, cover the seams
Empty your pockets as you walk the trapeze
There's a White House in the distance
That you're far too blind to see
Riddled with corruption
And teeming with disease
There's a gun on the horizon
With no prejudice or prejudge
With enough ammunition to go around
So you'd better be ready to run
That you're far too blind to see
The tide is coming over
But you're far too lost at sea
There's a gun on the horizon
That you're struggling to see
Cause the motorhaven of not-worth-savings
Sure makes it hard to breathe
There's a color on your jacket
So difficult to discribe
We're fading in and out of joy
But we'll always say we're fine
From the birth to the wake, electing mistakes
Just to pump the brakes on your country
So don't cry to me when your kings and your queens
Have you down on your knees, begging for mercy
Feed the dream, cover the seams
Empty your pockets as you walk the trapeze
Corrupted little infants
With not a shred of sympathy
The brand new Jesus Christ
Is hell-bent on bigotry
There is not a saint among you
No good men on both sides
It takes no war to end all war
Every war adds to the divide
From the birth to the wake, electing mistakes
Just to pump the brakes on your country
So don't cry to me when your kings and your queens
Have you down on your knees, begging for mercy
Feed the dream, cover the seams
Empty your pockets as you walk the trapeze
No place to go for all the pain to ease
Just choke-chain collars made of added fees
It's been so long since we've felt a breeze
That doesn't smell like oil and burning trees
The world is yours to do what you please
So either rock that boat or get down on your knees
From the birth to the wake, electing mistakes
Just to pump the brakes on your country
So don't cry to me when your kings and your queens
Have you down on your knees, begging for mercy
Feed the dream, cover the seams
Empty your pockets as you walk the trapeze
There's a White House in the distance
That you're far too blind to see
Riddled with corruption
And teeming with disease
There's a gun on the horizon
With no prejudice or prejudge
With enough ammunition to go around
So you'd better be ready to run
Writer: Ronan Euler
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid