Gold Mine Gutted (Companion Version)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] It was Don Delillo, whiskey neat And a blinkin' midnight clock Speakers on a TV stand, just a turntable to watch When the smoke came out our mouths On all those hooded sweatshirt walks We were a stroke of luck We were a goldmine, they gutted us [Chorus] And from the sidelines, you see me run Until I'm out of breath Livin' the good life I left for dead My sorrowful midwest Well I did my best to keep my head [Verse 2] It was grass-stained jeans and incompletes And a girl from class to touch You think about yourself too much And you ruin who you love Well all these claims at consciousness My stray dog freedom Let's have a nice clean cut Like a bag we buy and divvy up [Chorus] And from the sidelines I see you run Until you're out of breath And all those white lines that sped us up We hurry to our death Well I lagged behind, so you got ahead [Instrumental Outro]