8 Years - Colour Revolt

8 years playing guitars together

Playing bars wherever

Getting lost in bad weather

Having nearly lost the fun

You turned up «Born to run.»

Writing long postcards to mothers with sons in the ER

Then I moved into the VR

And somewhere, man in that passenger van is left your curse

Because one man’s limo is another man’s hearse

Uhhh

Uhhh

Talking about smoking and the joys of pain

He shit his pants in Champaign

And you brought an old professor over for Halloween

Who shoved a handgun down his pants

And climbed a tree screaming «c*nt»

Then shot his dick off

And I can’t decide which is worse

Because one man’s limo is another man’s hearse

Uhhh

Uhhh

Picking on state lines, picking up parking fines

Father’s driving us on our first tour because we can’t drive;

Playing the same venue as Q and Not U

Then watching 2 Lesbians tongue on a mechanical bull

It got kind of surreal.

I guess that things had gotten worse

But one man’s Limo is another man’s hearse

Uhhh

Uhhh

There is nothing more gorgeous or covered I have found

Than the Northern part of the state at sundown

There is nothing more gorgeous or covered I have found

Than the Southern part of the state at sundown

There is nothing more gorgeous or covered I have found

Than the Eastern part of the state at sundown

There is nothing more gorgeous or covered I have found

Than the Western part of the state at right now