Somebody's shouting Up at a mountain Only my own words return Nobody's up there It's a deception I'm alone here With emptiness eagles and snow Unfriendliness chilling my body And whispering pictures of home

Stay in the cut on the Northside Hollowpoints, trigger fingers On my fucking .45 Demons rising out the crypt I snort me a fat line Never gave a fuck Grew up out the mud Pull up, then I pop the trunk Grew up with the fucking robbers Always kept the mask on

Everything lined up for the taking Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it And what I need from 'em? No favors And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors What I need? No favors Clique too big,

And the hearts a lonely hunter all alone When you're all alone There's a fog upon the skyline Clouds my view And the city's cold and lonely Without you And so I set out upon the highway Bound to leave your memory behind And the praire wind it chills me

Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood Old school Hollywood, baseball Jack Gilardi's ten feet tall Me and Frankie Avalon Old school Hollywood, Baseball Tony Danza cuts in line

What if I was made for you and you were made for me What if this is it, what if it's meant to be What if I ain't one of them fools just playin' some game What if I just pulled you close, what if I leaned in And the stars line up and it's our last first

Wake up Ali Float and sting em like a bee Greatest to me I need a true friend to hold on the final round of tears and lonely nights Star of mine Just give me sign The light you shine My guide, along the line Dues to pay

God, your mama, and me Never gonna run dry, never gonna come up empty Now until the day I die, unconditionally You know I'm always gonna be here for ya No one's ever gonna love you more than That Sunday morning choir calling, church doors open wide That

Cannot receive the obvious Line up cattle and cut the necks Emotions inside us troubling, The hatred inside us escalating, The sickness inside us keeps us weak, The masses inside of us suffering they are bleeding, The calling inside us sick with greed,

Tell me when it kicks in All the voices in my mind Calling out across the line And I saw scars upon her I feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream So tell me when it kicks in Broken hearted Broken heart How'd I get so faded