they are.
Counting the faces you see in the sky
Come on cowboy,
pick up the pace I'm not a cowboy,
whatever it takes
This coyote's been walking against
the wind Only for the fat and burn-ins
Only for the fat and burn-ins
Family heirlooms sitting in the grass Talking about money,
switching to flats
Carpeted bathrooms and vinyl floors I
guess a cruel joke is all we can afford
I guess a cruel joke is all we can afford
I guess a cruel joke is all we can afford
I guess a cruel joke is all we can afford
Bay ride or lie,
tell me what you see Envisioned you lying,
but you're not
Envisioned you lying in the debris Envisioned you lying in the debris
I envisioned you dying in the debris