Hope In A Can

These folks, they've all lost their minds

They sleep in the walls here

They peddle their dreams

And package hope in a can

And if my arm is broke

Then please shake my good hand

I've got it in reserve

It's like another way to lie

The needle from the record player scratching at the splinter in my brain

Ooh-ooh-ooh

That's why

I never have to turn the pages, story always stays the same

Ooh-ooh-ooh

That's never gonna change

Ooh-ooh-ooh

And now the sign of the times

Is gaudy and neon

A flickering ad for feeling numb when you can

And the winner dot coms

Will make us a home and

We'll sleep by the phone

And then we'll always wonder why

This city bored with country dreams is laughing all the way to the grave

Ooh-ooh-ooh

We try

To pigeonhole the massacres so no one could remember our names

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Now we're shifting the blame

Ooh-ooh-ooh