Living Like Kings - halos

Oak Creek merlot and that great American Spirit

It tastes like midnight to me

A torn up couch cushion and raccoons on the wall

You can hear an engine blowing out its steam

I’ll remember back to days when we were…

Living like kings in confined spaces

We made the best of where this cursed time had placed us We gave up on all we knew could keep us afloat

We traded life vests for wood

A leg up meant we all came along

We built trust

And we drank hard

And we lost friends

And we wrote songs

And by the by,

we split and chose our different sides

If no one’s wrong and no one’s right,

I’d be surprised

Remember back to days when we were…

It could have been clean

But you scraped off all the sheen

Its what you do to everything

You’re small-time

You’re a featherweight fighter with his head on the line

Play it down

You can give up now