Sunset Boulevard, everything burns.
I’ve got an obligation to the American son.
Let’s pretend that love exists.
Make me feel like I give a shit.
(So they can give me all their money.)
No, I can’t let them know what I do with my spare time.
But now isn’t it selfish to say, “my name is safe in your mouth.”
Don’t get too personal today, God warned against notifying the crowd.
No, I can’t let them know what I do with my spare time.
No I can’t let them know what dries my dollar eyes.
In the end I am
Colored by the shaded height.
Many men I’ve been-
Dollar-ed up to face the night hope
I should’ve been a woman.
Lazarus, I understand,
You were colored by the shaded height.
Women caught you gasping.
Liquored up to trace the tightrope.
I shouldn’t have been a person.
In the end I am
Colored by the shaded height
Of Neo Via Dolorosa.
Crown of thorns to face the night hope
I should’ve left seven years ago.
Let them judge me, and unfairly.
credits
from The Derelict,
released August 25, 2010
Guitar, vocals, drums - Zach Evington
Bass - Jason Eckard
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