Lyrics Under the Western Sky - Strung Out

Under the Western Sky

There’s a wretched man I know
Who walks along a lonely road
He begs the world to see
The man he wants to be
He comes from dirt and he scrapes the sky
Like Jesus Christ, like suicide
With panic in his voice you can hear him whisper
Give up all your ghosts
And all the hurt you know
In regalia and armor we all hide
There’s a lonely girl I know
Undressing just to make the show
No sign of beauty left to fade
Phantoms of the digital Christ on parade
Somethin' in the drugs like nothing in your eyes
Like heaven up above, like missiles in the sky
Suffer here no more, drown out the heartache
Give up all your ghosts
And all the hurt you know
In regalia and armor we all hide
Give up all your ghosts
And all the hurt you know
Because anything that’s not growing here is murder
There’s an inferno in your eyes
That gives it all away
When you pretend that you don’t care
And now I’ll be sympathetic to the end
I’m just like you, I’m just pretending
That everything’s alright
Give up all your ghosts
And all the hurt you know
In regalia and armor we all hide
Give up all your ghosts
And all the hurt you know
Because anything that’s not growing here is murder