Open-faced 歌詞

I don't want fancy chains To dance Bang A bucket is fine Humility seldom lies It's a good sign In these gang of four days Tailored hair pays Belt buckles we'll shine Pictures, picture tubes set the minds It's the industry line Cheap's a word i learned in second grade A daily dose, we're wrung from grain to grave Bands and fans change Rearrange frames Find, exploit what you've found "man, they borrowed the new york sound They're breaking new ground." No, i don't want fancy chains These old reins were driving just fine I was born in a basement blaze That's where i'll die trying Good bands wake you Feel with heart again No one's saying play your part again It's just a social role in fashion Another rope hung from the brass ring Don't; don't believe it; don't No; they don't need you; no I don't want fancy chains To dance Bang; a bucket is fine Humility seldom lies It's a good sign I can sing by kerosene light Bring on the whiskey and wine I was born on an empty page That's where i'll die trying