Polar Bear Club - Religion On The Radio lyrics

I been lookin' around at abandoned cars on the side of the highway Askin' myself are they a metaphor of the lack of drive, or dead battery eyes? You gotta' scream to get your point across, that's our way You gotta' scratch the skin with the youngest cut, it'll be okay Too many nights, in the Greyhound station up North Syracuse And the departure screen, lookin' at me like it was talkin' sh** just as I walked in Too much debt, pride, and seinging mood through American veins The confidence of twenty fools with equal parts shame Yeah, we were playing dead, (Ah-ah-ah) Wanna' break my jaw, maybe break the bread (Ah-ah-ah) Can't leave or stay, sitting on the steps (Ah-ah-ah) It's no surprise I hear religion on the radio We can't find any other signal Slow, that's is how it'll go when you're buildin' somethin' that's worth the build But keeping in mind why you started to climb, it gets harder with height Don't you think of starting over now, what a waste The guy in your head and the one in the mirror got a different face Yeah, we were playing dead, (Ah-ah-ah) Wanna' break my jaw, maybe break the bread (Ah-ah-ah) Can't leave or stay, sitting on the steps (Ah-ah-ah) It's no surprise I hear religion on the radio We can't find any other signal Woa-oh-ho-oh-oh! Are you gonna' break down the wall Playin' with a red rubber ball Pick the hammer up, turn me all to dust Break down the wall Playin' with the red rubber ball Pick the hammer up Turn me all to dust Woah, woa-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh! (Turn me all to dust) Woah, woa-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh!