I think I need a break from the last few years and all my past mistakes
Howlin' out in the cold dead streets to the sound of bottles breaking beneath my feet
I do things the hard way
Pump my brain full of venom, whiskey and fire
Goddamn this town tonight if i make it out alive
And these same four chords hold my sanity like a straight jacket, like a switchblade in an armed robbery
These hands are broken and tired
Ink stained and useless
I saw the greatest minds of my generation laugh in the face of all this gravity that's holding us down
Well its us against this rock and I'll hold you up if you hold me up