[** feat. John Moreland of Jon Moreland And The Black Gold Band:]
The good high, the high end*
Fake rock and roll that brainwashed your friends
The break out hometown boys breaking back in again
The harm done, the outrage
Soul that you stole and put on display
The work that it must take to just be one big cliché
I'm drifting in and out
And I'm pretty sure
I don't even wanna figure this one out
I can't take it now
Where else is there to go
You're all mirrors and smoke
Seeds have been sown
The rods are thrown
The ego in real time
I heard what you had on your mind
And I don't know if it's your sh** luck or if it's mine
The pretense and forged love
Wrapped up in an abundance of fluff
And the ignorance you seem to be so proud of
I'm drifting in and out
And I'm pretty sure
I don't even wanna figure this one out
I can't take it now
Where else is there to go
You're all mirrors and smoke
Seeds have been sown
The rods are thrown
I didn't want any more
But I could feel the heat
Rising up off the street
So I found the door
But it was worse inside
When I opened my eyes
It was raining gold bricks and bolo ties
I'm drifting in and out
And I'm pretty sure
I don't even wanna figure this one out
I can't take it now
Where else is there to go
You're all mirrors and smoke
Seeds have been sown
The rods are thrown