Less amazing and still no poster child
Withering replacement, an easel, and a paintbrush
Artsy little dodger with your "been around" shoes
Someone's gunnin' for ya 'cause you broke all the rules
You're livin' in doubt, charged by the power of the crown
Boot clatter in the dark, it's been handed on down
You're livin' like, solid all the time
Someone sees the venture as something you can count on
Someone sees the venture as something you can count on
OOOOOH
And they will let you down when your will is drowning
This life you chose is the winter calling
There you go spilling your guts again
Like you're holding out on your long-lost friend
In order to raise the dead
In order to raise the dead
Never been the same since that fateful day
Darkness rose inside me, like a thunderhead
My four-leaf clover was lost again, luck was running low
I could not see the good things, I had sunk too low
I could not see the good things, I had sunk too low
OOOOOOOH
And they will let you down when your will is drowning
This life you chose is the winter calling
There you go spilling your guts again
Like you're holding out on your long-lost friend
In order to raise the dead
In order to raise the dead