Cory Branan - The No-Hit Wonder lyrics

Years of living blood to string Years of living hand to mouth Years just getting gig to gig East to west, north to south Well, he could have been making a k**ing Peddling a dream But if you've found him at all You've found him just scraping a living Blood to string Sing a song for the no-hit wonder Though it isn't one of his He'd sing 'Shovel me under' Boys, it is what is It is what it is But he broke free from the way they raised him He knows a heart is hell enough And never full He never sang that music would save him He knows never trust in evangelicals He said "You want to know what true love feels like? It's the next best thing to d**h It feels like after an elbowed windpipe Just before the next breath Just before the next breath" So with your next breath: Sing a song for the no-hit wonder Though it isn't one of his He'd sing 'Shovel me under' Boys, it is what is It is what it is But at night he could hear the fireworks From his tunnel underground And he carved himself a little crawlspace Just to lay his body down Just to fade out of sound To the thunder under town So sing a song for the no-hit wonder Though it isn't one of his He'd sing 'Shovel me under' Boys, it is what is It is what it is It is what it is Is what it is It is what it is (Blood to string) Years of living blood to string Years of living hand to mouth Years just getting gig to gig East to west, north to south Years of living blood to string Years of living hand to mouth Years just getting gig to gig to gig to gig East to south