Sticky Bastards

This one goes out to All of those who love the smell of gasoline I figured out that where they want to be Is in the in between Have you ever seen the world at 6 AM When it's cold and dark and almost silent You'll never want to sleep again

Let your blood boil up While mine stands still Always the antagonist Because I'm not at home all year.

Overeager, eat your words I'll feed them to you this time One more goodbye

I'm good with the guilt-trip, Because reconciliation's overrated I'll be at the Firkin, In the back room with a stiff drink in each hand

Hammered. Enamored by The stories being told It's not that I don't love this town I just feel like it's getting old

Let all your blood boil up While mine stands still I'll always be the antagonist Because I'm never home all year

Overeager, eat your words I'll feed them to you this time To get it right

True believer, do your worst And sing along to all our goodbyes

And all these days we spent on pure on adrenaline, I'll take it

I'll take it over dirty clockwork living What would we tell our children then? [x3]

Overeager, eat your words I'll feed them to you this time One more goodbye

Overeager, eat your words I'll feed them to you this time To get it right

True believer, do your worst And sing along to all our goodbyes