Texty:
The Briggs

i remember it as if it was just the other day born to booze, born to lose we looked the other way we were just stupid kids that got caught up in the

We'll come home when the battle's over We'll come home with clothes all drenched in blood This is the life we chose This is how the story goes For those

What was that sound? I can't remember what just happened Lyin' in this pool of blood Is this real or am I dreamin'? They called an ambulance And someone

Once again I'm armed to the teeth With matches and gasoline Within this dying industry they've made As forgiving as a razor blade I mean seriously, you

I don't feel like singing I think I have given up I can see right through you I can see right through to who you are I don't feel like lying I dont

Can you hear the silence now? The sound of oblivion Mournful misfortune of the heroes That we now have lost Recognition of their past glories Esteem that

So farewell to the King, farewell to the throne These are the strangest times I've ever known He claims his resignation as power of choice I can hear

But of course I'll say nothing of the sort Don't let me have control of my art Honesty and an empty bank account Are my gun and hand full of rounds But

I traveled far to find a place called home; all I found was broken past and some broken bones. I left it far behind, although I wish that I had another