Social Siberia - The lone gunman lyrics

The road, little friend strip-searched our faith And broke our bones It's hard to lock it up, when it's hurting over and over And heals once again In broken home You're serial numbered, same kind of house They're all the same kind adoring the streets But they need the same cover because they play the same cards The sun is set for now, sacred blood hangs around your neck Sincerely written notes to ode your quest The sundance kid has blessed your path Sons of villians hail your sins The sincerity will be written in the stars It's a short way to hell The siren is gone It's a quick breath to take But thick air to breath In the night when no one is around Playing with your feelings Like they didn't know it was there I know I must get back to under wide wings It's time to sober up and pray for cold winds In broken home You're serial numbered, same kind of who*es They're all the same kind adoring the streets But they need the same cover because they play the same cards The sun is set for now, sacred blood hangs around your neck Sincerely written notes to ode your quest The sundance kid has blessed your path Sons of villians hail your sins The sincerity will be written in the stars It's a short way to hell The siren is gone It's a quick breath to take But thick air to breath