Tinsel And Sawdust

We're all fugitives

of American portions

Got only sleeves

n yesterday's calling card

from fresh cut grass

out on the interstate

where wheels keep on runnin

til we sealed our fate

tinsel and sawdust who's gonna give you up?

So here's your guitar

that you used to strum

you never got very far

you could still sing along

the oblique pastich and childhood memories

has got you down on your knees

you know you can't escape these things

tinsel and sawdust

who's gonna give you up

it's not who you are

it's just what you've become.

sky's folding the roads

we've been gone for days

feeling more at home

but not in this vile way

flip the cassette

of the mix tape you made

light up a joint

let our souls catch some rays

tinsel and sawdust i'm gonna give you up

it's not who you are

it's just what we've become

tinsel and sawdust

tinsel and sawdust