Cymbals Eat Guitars - 4th of July, Philadelphia (SANDY) lyrics

[Verse 1] Step down from the SEPTA to the empty street 4th of July, 2015 Made plans with Sam and Alex G Got this old feeling More than a memory Met at the Pep Boys on Aramingo Van is full up of fireworks and drunk people Get in instead with Alex's friend Bo Says, "Watch your step, man There's precious cargo" And it landed like a joke Like rubber-banded bundles of dope [Chorus] How many universes Am I alive and dead in? A new one every second The path of least resistance Can't make it matter My life is sliding by [Verse 2] Bo's going 70 Side street to Kensington His eyes are X's and his head's out the window When he rolls right over some family's Roman candle Cuts the engine, gets out, then lights a cigarette The dad is spitting mad He brought a scary scary uncle Gun in his waistband [Chorus] How many universes Am I alive and dead in? A new one every second And then the bat hit Bo's head Can't make it matter more Can't make it matter more Can't make it matter more My life is sliding by Don't really know these kids A little old for this This city's dangerous I guess I'm fine, though [Bridge] My depression suddenly lifted All the adrenaline shocked my nervous system Swore I'd be present and grateful for every second Later the feeling faded I couldn't help it [Chorus] How many universes Am I alive and dead in? A new one every second And then the bat hit Bo's head How many universes Am I alive and dead in? A new one every second Oh