Carry me home Bear my weight on your shoulders Got to hold it up for him Nothing else matters And don't let go Midnight strikes, where is my prince? Lost my comfort, more time to think Broken and bruised, tell me what I am Feel so unused, help me find

When you've got to feel it in your bones You see, you've got to feel it in your bones I don't want to be crippled and cracked Shoulders and wrists, knees and back Ground to dust and ash Crawling on all fours Now I can't climb the stairs Pieces missing

It's a game you can't win I hear the waves Sun beatin' down on my shoulders It's a near-perfect day Wishin' I wouldn't get any older They say that it's gone 'fore you know it now

When I die I don't wanna go sober It's the best kind of drug Drunk on the holy lean on your shoulders Sweet like a wine as it gets older 'Cause I love being in love I love being in love I wanna walk that line a little crooked And live my life a little on

It's a game you can't win I hear the waves Sun beatin' down on my shoulders It's a near-perfect day Wishin' I wouldn't get any older They say that it's gone 'fore you know it now

Get up, get up, get up on my shoulders. Here, take my cuzzi so your can stays colder. Be my country song sing-along beer holder. Hurry up baby, 'fore this song's over. Get up, get up, get up on my shoulders Baby, all week, yeah, you and me Have been

Carry me home Bear my weight on your shoulders Got to hold it up for him Nothing else matters And don't let go Midnight strikes, where is my prince? Lost my comfort, more time to think Broken and bruised, tell me what I am Feel so unused, help me find

Or shrug us off your shoulders Don't approve a single word we wrote Make us it, make us hip, make us scene Well we're just a wet dream for the webzines It's time for us to take a chance If you talk, you better walk With more than good hooks While you're

We get colder As we grow older We will walk So much slower Together we go Oh, miss believer, my pretty sleeper Your twisted mind is like snow on the road Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder Inside your head than the winter of dead

Where do we go from here? God have mercy And should we really care? The end is finally here People have round shoulders from fairing heavy loads And the soldiers liberate them, laying mines along their roads Sorrow paid for valor is too much to recall Of