Army Of Freshmen - Here In The Fan lyrics

down at the truck stop where angel works serving the bean god to flannel jerks she's home to her couch ridden heavyweight champ he kisses his wife with aluminum bats princess of waitresses left there to hide under a portrait of Jesus' eyes two holy eyes they hang from the wall two holy eyes still nobody saw days go by, here in the fan I'm fine falling off blades sometimes, landing on lies crouched in a hallway made safe by the screen covering vowels up with Vogue magazine I touched her hand, asked for her name smiled through a tear drop, she said ashamed and every day since the bells chime regret a fool at the counter, worshipping checks parades catch on fire, we're all born twenty years later the blanket is torn days go by, here in the fan I'm fine falling off blades sometimes, landing on lies now we're back at my vigil on route 43 they'll be NO MORE DREAMS scream at the black birds and Auld Lang Syne he broke the necklace of Ana Ng days go by, here in the fan I'm fine falling off blades sometimes, landing on lies days go by, here in the fan I'm fine falling off blades sometimes, landing on lies landing on lies, landing on lies, landing on lies