OneMansTrashIsAnotherMansTreasure - BONES

The place that I grew up was hard to leave

It had everything I loved and hated and in-between

Had visions and intuitions of a west coast theme

But we were smoking synthetic

When I slept, I couldn’t dream

So how I’m supposed to see what I know I truly mean

When my eyes are glazed over and my brain can’t breathe

When Jane and El left to show me a couple of things

Like you ain’t gotta settle with the metal this town breeds

But how do I dash and carve out my own path

When I don’t see no problem with livin' and sleepin' in trash

It was the highlight of our year to get a quarter ounce back

Finally we had something to release the anger we had

But just as all things do, it started to get old

Everyday on rewind, I played the same old role

Had a chip on my shoulder, almost to the point I would scold

Anyone of my old friends that told me stay home

'Cause they didn’t get it and I got that they never would

Don’t want to die in a place where the graves are made of mud

What

SESH

Gotta do, what I got to do, gotta do, what I got to do

Gotta do, what I got to do, gotta do, what I got to do

Silence creeps, the violence speaks, I let the

Violin sing so violently I got to

Finally see my dreams will fight for me

Nightmares calling out to me

Smoke, watch the time pass, cash sign eyelids

Gold on my boots, razor blade tucked inside it

Smoke, watch the time pass, cash sign eyelids

Gold on my boots, razor blade tucked inside it

Caring 'bout your money, that’s the hardest thing