Open-Faced - The Arrivals

I don’t want fancy chains

To dance

Bang

A bucket is fine

Humility seldom lies

It’s a good sign

In these gang of four days

Tailored hair pays

Belt buckles we’ll shine

Pictures, picture tubes set the minds

It’s the industry line

Cheap’s a word I learned in second grade

A daily dose, we’re wrung from grain to grave

Bands and fans change

Rearrange frames

Find, exploit what you’ve found

«Man, they borrowed the New York sound

They’re breaking new ground.»

No, I don’t want fancy chains

These old reins were driving just fine

I was born in a basement blaze

That’s where I’ll die trying

Good bands wake you

Feel with heart again

No one’s saying play your part again

It’s just a social role in fashion

Another rope hung from the brass ring

Don’t;

don’t believe it;

don’t

No;

they don’t need you;

no

I don’t want fancy chains

To dance

Bang;

a bucket is fine

Humility seldom lies

It’s a good sign

I can sing by kerosene light

Bring on the whiskey and wine

I was born on an empty page

That’s where I’ll die trying