Yip Deceiver - 2nd Son Of A 2nd Son lyrics

We heard it everyday Just pretty lights and hit parades And we were just another one Hell bent to make a little scrape And now that life of office chairs Perfect kids and thinning hair Comes scratching but it's wrong Feels so goddamned wrong Whatever happened to the things We used to know were right Like beer, caffeine and cigarettes Punk rock songs and squatter's rights We scrawled them down and left them there to die Illegible To suffocate alone under collections of collectibles Come on Get it together Legit We're all just guilty little pieces of a bigger dream Just cryptic little notes We send to someone else's fax machine I love the thought of never loving anything I love it 'cause it's wrong, it feels so goddamned wrong Oh lord forgive our little flights We didn't make it but we tried And can you blame us? We'd all love to know just what it's like To die on salty afternoons and dissipate with all the fumes Of things we'd never guess We live to die a perfect mess Come on Come on Come on Come on Get straight