Your place in the sun
That shitty apartment where your friends are
That space you can run to
Rather than address the test to your rot
A place in the ground
Plywood casket next to loved ones
That space that you're found
Bloated off-white blue in two feet of mud
A tawny pale glow
Headlights in a ditch below
AM on route 32
Guard rails in the shape of bloom
And here's some bad news
When you're pressed your friends peel off from you
Add some sad news
When you're pressed your friends catch a case of self-interest
Your building burns in the distance
Your loved ones arrive
To watch from the hoods of their cars
They lower the radios to listen to you die
Your lonely gravesite nobody visits in the daylight
For fear your name might expose what we already know about those
Sons of bitches who only tell but never show
A tawny pale glow
Headlights in a ditch below
AM on route 32
Guard rails in the shape of bloom
When they come for the show
The headlines read like a joke
Let's laugh ourselves to death
Yeah, I still find it funny
Let's laugh ourselves to death
I can't help myself and I won't try
Drug Church - Tawny Lyrics
Drug Church - Tawny Lyrics
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Your place in the sun
That shitty apartment where your friends are
That space you can run to
Rather than address the test to your rot
A place in the ground
Plywood casket next to loved ones
That space that you're found
Bloated off-white blue in two feet of mud
A tawny pale glow
Headlights in a ditch below
AM on route 32
Guard rails in the shape of bloom
And here's some bad news
When you're pressed your friends peel off from you
Add some sad news
When you're pressed your friends catch a case of self-interest
Your building burns in the distance
Your loved ones arrive
To watch from the hoods of their cars
They lower the radios to listen to you die
Your lonely gravesite nobody visits in the daylight
For fear your name might expose what we already know about those
Sons of bitches who only tell but never show
A tawny pale glow
Headlights in a ditch below
AM on route 32
Guard rails in the shape of bloom
When they come for the show
The headlines read like a joke
Let's laugh ourselves to death
Yeah, I still find it funny
Let's laugh ourselves to death
I can't help myself and I won't try
That shitty apartment where your friends are
That space you can run to
Rather than address the test to your rot
A place in the ground
Plywood casket next to loved ones
That space that you're found
Bloated off-white blue in two feet of mud
A tawny pale glow
Headlights in a ditch below
AM on route 32
Guard rails in the shape of bloom
And here's some bad news
When you're pressed your friends peel off from you
Add some sad news
When you're pressed your friends catch a case of self-interest
Your building burns in the distance
Your loved ones arrive
To watch from the hoods of their cars
They lower the radios to listen to you die
Your lonely gravesite nobody visits in the daylight
For fear your name might expose what we already know about those
Sons of bitches who only tell but never show
A tawny pale glow
Headlights in a ditch below
AM on route 32
Guard rails in the shape of bloom
When they come for the show
The headlines read like a joke
Let's laugh ourselves to death
Yeah, I still find it funny
Let's laugh ourselves to death
I can't help myself and I won't try
Writer: Chris Villeneuve, Cory Galusha, Nick Cogan, Patrick Kindlon, Patrick Wynne
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network
Performed By: Drug Church
Language: English
Length: 3:26
Written by: Chris Villeneuve, Cory Galusha, Nick Cogan, Patrick Kindlon, Patrick Wynne