Killing Kind Lyrics

You only stick to the east side

Cuz they don't like you on the west side

You said just give them time

Yeah, they'll come around

A favor is what got you here

But its the labor that makes it clear

Oh a stack of ones tucked between the seats

And you can go for days

Just don't ask you to explain

You're doing this living thing

But its the killing kind

Hard hard luck

That story book

Its got nothing on you

Wish you weren't so proud

You could beg

But you're so damn sure

That you're coming out clean from this

You got pushed to the north side

They never make room on the south side

Gotta have stamps on your hands

And the zipcode on your face

Its a racket out here

All these shops and souvenirs

My head hurts from it

You've got my back

White boy, you'll survive

When the country starts to go

Them crooks on capitol hill will rule

Remember that foreign kid

With a heart of gold

Give a fuck

I said "about what?"

You said "everything man"

Got cornered on that ledge

Fuck all them goodbyes

There's a storm that's coming

We gotta save ourselves in time

The bird's in flight

But it ain't looking right

Bald head replaced by the vain and untamed

Its looking like the 4th Reich is on the big screen

Prime Time

Acting like they're good enough to get God a raise

When you go, when you're gone, and you fade away

There'll be complications, but there ain't no law or being saved

You're doing this dying thing, but you're living tonight