Lyrics 8 Years - Colour Revolt

8 Years

8 years playing guitars together
Playing bars wherever
Getting lost in bad weather
Having nearly lost the fun
You turned up «Born to run.»
Writing long postcards to mothers with sons in the ER
Then I moved into the VR
And somewhere, man in that passenger van is left your curse
Because one man’s limo is another man’s hearse
Uhhh
Uhhh
Talking about smoking and the joys of pain
He shit his pants in Champaign
And you brought an old professor over for Halloween
Who shoved a handgun down his pants
And climbed a tree screaming «c*nt»
Then shot his dick off
And I can’t decide which is worse
Because one man’s limo is another man’s hearse
Uhhh
Uhhh
Picking on state lines, picking up parking fines
Father’s driving us on our first tour because we can’t drive;
Playing the same venue as Q and Not U
Then watching 2 Lesbians tongue on a mechanical bull
It got kind of surreal.
I guess that things had gotten worse
But one man’s Limo is another man’s hearse
Uhhh
Uhhh
There is nothing more gorgeous or covered I have found
Than the Northern part of the state at sundown
There is nothing more gorgeous or covered I have found
Than the Southern part of the state at sundown
There is nothing more gorgeous or covered I have found
Than the Eastern part of the state at sundown
There is nothing more gorgeous or covered I have found
Than the Western part of the state at right now