Another Story

This story starts out spray painted on a wall

Its been there for decades

As the cigarette burns the world still turns

While the vodka numbs the pain

And everyone's got a sob story

And the sigh is always the same

When you turn out the pockets of your dirty jeans

And find two bucks to your name

And everyone's got somewhere to go

And got somethin' to do

I watch you millin' around all over this town

While i kick a stone or two

These six strings can be bullets if ya got something to say

And if ya make a living off of telling them off

Then I'd say you won the game

Well just about four years ago there was no one to be found

Now theres anger in four hundred eyes and fresh boots on the ground

Now this story ends spray painted on a wall

Its still there to this day

You pass it on your way to work

As the paint it starts to fade

No one is givin' nothin' there ain't one damn thing for free

So spring to life like a switchblade knife, its time they started to bleed

Another story, out with the old, in with the new, hope and glory