Lyrics Age Of Assassins - Two Gallants

Age Of Assassins

Oh, when the summer sun comes cutting like a clean razor blade
And I wake to the day and all the visions I’ve made
Reach out my hand for the curl of her hair
And whisper my dreams to the girl who’s not there
Gather some memory from the night before
Where’d she go?
she go?
she go?
Screaming her threats and slam of a door
Well I don’t know, don’t know, don’t know
So I look to the window and the city below
From this bed of mine where I eat sweet jelly rolls
Think I’ll put on my face, I’d like to fix me a drink
'Cause somewhere someone knows just what I think
Last night’s but a question that hangs likes a noose
'Round my throat, my throat
Surely tonight, I’ll invite its abuse
Well there’s no hope, no hope, no hope
Goodness me, oh my
Oh my God, I still might get by
Get through all the pains I fake
Poor boy could use a break
A break from all the daily hate, oh
«Pain is something no one else knows»
That’s what I hear them say
But everyone bereaves the day
So weary, weary, walk away
So I take to the streets like the dead to the grave
You light me a smoke because it’s right to behave
And I’m all juiced up all morning, 'cause morning is when
Heros stand tall in the statues of men
And all the pigeons adore me and peck at my feet
Oh, the fame, the fame, the fame
Someday they may use my head as a seat
Well I can’t wait, can’t wait, can’t wait
Goodness me, oh my
Oh my God, I still might get by
Get through all the pains I fake
Poor boy could use a break
A break from all the daily hate, oh
«Pain is something no one else knows»
That’s what I hear them say
But everyone bereaves the day
So weary, weary walk away
When I die, Lord, bury me deep
Way out west past Sunset Street
So I can hear old 29
When she goes rollin' by
And when they come to claim my skin
And I go back where I begin
Place the stones at my head and feet
Tell them all I’ve gone to sleep
And as the city unravels her metal bedroll
I dirty her sheets with the stumble I stroll
And the people all stop just to watch me go by
With a thirst in my throat and a tear in my eye
So riddle me this while I lend you my soul
In a song, a song, a song
And balance the sky on these shoulders of mine
Until the dawn, the dawn, the dawn, yeah
Goodness me, oh my
Oh my God, I still might get by
Get through all the pains I fake
Poor boy could use a break
A break from my own daily hate, oh
«Pain is something no one else knows»
That’s what I hear them say
But everyone bereaves the day
So weary, weary, walk away