Flea Bitten Drifters

Bug bitten, beautiful

And down on our luck

The days they all grow shorter

As the bottles pile up

Wrapped in scars and rags

And bad tattoos

Not a tether left to cut

Laughing and singing

All the way back down to hell

Singin' we can't help you

Help yourself

But we can promise

Life's much better

Once you've tumbled off the shelf

So burn that suit and tie

Tear down the walls in which you're caged

Have they ever truly made you happy anyway?

Never bite your tongue

Just let that whiskey bite your throat

'Cause the words you scream

Are so much more than you know

Success is not about the money

And it's not your social class

It's about finding your happiness

So get up off your ass

And go outside

I promise that you'll never see more clear

Don't be afraid to live

Go find out who you truly are

'Cause no one need to know you more

Than you you, my dear

You know I've made my bad decisions

And I can live with that

'Cause even on the worst days

Life's never all that bad

To feel the starlight on a fright train

See the sunrise on the road

So goddamn beautiful

And it never will get old

Unlike these darkrooms

With cracked walls and carpets

So stagnant, alone, grey and cold

And every time I come back

One less tree one more road

I don't think this is home anymore

So tear down and clear out and build up

Why can't these people just be satisfied?

'Cause they need another strip mall

And they need another lane

On that road that over beauty has been paved

And I can't help but think about

Do they understand what they've destroyed?

Another farm road replaced

With a toll way today

This don't feel like my home anymore

So as of late the only words

That I sing are of

Gettin' back to you

And outta here

'Cause I've been down on my health

And down on my luck

And you make me feel better dear