[00:00.000] 作曲 : Patrick Kindlon/Nick Cogan/Cory Galusha/Chris Villeneuve/Patrick Wynne
[00:04.440]Atlanta bus station, I'll do my best to paint a picture
[00:11.880]It's women who spit when they smoke
[00:14.980]It's men who ask to borrow your phone
[00:19.250]There's a young guy, he's wearing no shoes
[00:22.730]There's an old lady who's partially nude
[00:26.750]Everyone mutters, and everyone yells
[00:30.370]It's a shit-dipped concrete annex of hell
[00:34.410]I'm tasting the smells and chewing the sounds
[00:38.170]I wait for my bus, but I'm wondering how
[00:42.070]I find myself here at home with misfits
[00:45.770]When I'm so supposed so much better than this shit
[00:50.480]Eye to eye with people I've judged
[00:53.370]I can't reach my perch from this place in the mud
[00:57.920]Shoulder to shoulder with total scum
[01:01.230]Can't they see I'm nothing like them?
[01:05.270]Lifeboat we're in is starting to sink
[01:08.720]My high horse seems to be adding the weight
[01:12.870]A sense of entitlement lodged in my mind
[01:16.330]But if they're here and I'm here, then who the **** am I?
[01:32.680]A prison visiting room, I'll do my best to paint a picture
[01:39.880]Killers they whisper, traffickers cough
[01:43.310]It's a dim grey limbo God forgot
[01:47.280]I'm tasting the smells, and I'm chewing the sounds
[01:51.020]I'm here for my dad, but I'm wondering how
[01:54.920]He finds himself here at home with convicts
[01:58.620]When he's supposed to be so much better than this shit
[02:03.490]Eye to eye with people I've judged
[02:06.350]I can't reach my perch from this place in the mud
[02:10.840]Shoulder to shoulder with total scum
[02:14.230]Can't they see I'm nothing like them?
[02:18.210]Lifeboat we're in is starting to sink
[02:21.590]My high horse is just adding weight
[02:25.780]Entitled attitude lodged in my mind
[02:29.210]But if they're here and I'm here, then who the **** am I?
[02:46.860]You can't feel superior to people you're in it with
[02:50.740]These are your peers, and you just gotta deal with it
[02:58.360]These are your peers, man, you just gotta deal with it
[03:09.730]Too much time inside your own head, you lost sight of what it is

作曲 : Patrick Kindlon/Nick Cogan/Cory Galusha/Chris Villeneuve/Patrick Wynne
Atlanta bus station, I'll do my best to paint a picture
It's women who spit when they smoke
It's men who ask to borrow your phone
There's a young guy, he's wearing no shoes
There's an old lady who's partially nude
Everyone mutters, and everyone yells
It's a shit-dipped concrete annex of hell
I'm tasting the smells and chewing the sounds
I wait for my bus, but I'm wondering how
I find myself here at home with misfits
When I'm so supposed so much better than this shit
Eye to eye with people I've judged
I can't reach my perch from this place in the mud
Shoulder to shoulder with total scum
Can't they see I'm nothing like them?
Lifeboat we're in is starting to sink
My high horse seems to be adding the weight
A sense of entitlement lodged in my mind
But if they're here and I'm here, then who the **** am I?
A prison visiting room, I'll do my best to paint a picture
Killers they whisper, traffickers cough
It's a dim grey limbo God forgot
I'm tasting the smells, and I'm chewing the sounds
I'm here for my dad, but I'm wondering how
He finds himself here at home with convicts
When he's supposed to be so much better than this shit
Eye to eye with people I've judged
I can't reach my perch from this place in the mud
Shoulder to shoulder with total scum
Can't they see I'm nothing like them?
Lifeboat we're in is starting to sink
My high horse is just adding weight
Entitled attitude lodged in my mind
But if they're here and I'm here, then who the **** am I?
You can't feel superior to people you're in it with
These are your peers, and you just gotta deal with it
These are your peers, man, you just gotta deal with it
Too much time inside your own head, you lost sight of what it is