Lyrics Breakdown - Pickin' On Series

Breakdown

See the young man sitting in the old man’s bar
Waiting for his turn to die
Broadway’s dark tonight
A little bit weaker than it used to be
Broadway’s dark tonight
See the young man sitting in the old man’s bar
Waiting for his turn to die
Cowboy kills the rockstar
Friday nights gone too far
Dim light hides the years on all the faded girls
Forgotten but not gone
You take it off your mind
You talk about the world like it’s someplace that you’ve been
You see, you’d love to run home, but you know you ain’t got one
'Cause you live in a world that you best forgotten round here
Broadway’s dark tonight
A little bit weaker than it used to be
Broadway’s dark tonight
See the young man sitting in the old man’s bar
Waiting for his turn to die
You choked down all your anger
Forget your only son
You break your statues when you sober up for fun
Your anger don’t impress me
World slapped in your face
It always rains all day on the losers' day parade
You see you’d love to run home but you know you ain’t got one
'Cause you live in a world that you best forgotten
When you think you’re a joke
Nobody’s gonna to listen to the one small point I know they been missin' round
here
Broadway’s dark tonight
Little bit weaker than it used to be
Broadway’s dark tonight
See the young man sitting in the old man’s bar
Waiting for his turn to die
You see, you’d love to run home, but you know you ain’t got one
'Cause you live in a world that you best forgotten
When you think you’re a joke
Nobody’s gonna to listen to the one small point I know they been missin' round
here
Round here
Broadway’s dark tonight
Little bit weaker than it used to be
Broadway’s dark tonight
See the young man sitting in the old man’s bar
Waiting for his turn to die
See the young man sitting in the old man’s bar
Waiting for his turn to die