Lyrics

Hello people This is the friend in me Hallow ground speak You hear me listening Hello family We got a (this is a) long way home Another struggle Another enemy And may God bless you Mr. Rosewater Not a dime to the ghost hunter Slaughter in the bone meal Make it hotter for the cold summer And I heard it's a long way home And I ain't going back Nah don't bother Rather die on the slow hunger Father and a Role Model But we're Born on the Road And you know we alone It's a long way home When that night hits Cold air in my duct vents A second behind my own breath let me catch up I hope I find you a way Off the beaten path Beating a sore chest Till the heart starts beating back Fancy of me to notice Write you an opus but not this We don't own it get it while it's hopeless Maybe my time was over before it began Sitting on the shore line City on the sea sand Drinking memories like melted margaritas But with a blank expression So it's hard to read us Taking it all in letting it all out Sick of the same shit sick it of it all now Tell em I'm not right Front on me on sight Can't tell em' it's all right I'm fighting that good fight But really what's good Nah, really what's good And I've been on to the break a dawn No tongue No native song No gun No pay to the cost Lay the cross to the favorite son Made it off for the maiden's heart Cross stitched in the vest Where we made a mark Far from the very start Home never looked so bad Fire on the watermark Where the last wave broke And the sidewalk fell apart Hello people This is the friend in me Hallow ground speak You hear me listening Hello family We got a (this is a) long way home Another struggle Another enemy Hello to the dying Hello to the living Let it be Let it be Today we walk Tomorrow we run We slept last week So to all the young No respect for the old If no respect is given We respect ourselves Respect each other Till the respect has risen We were always listening "You let us all go off to war and said "Yea, team. Fight in Vietnam," And all this kinda shit In 1965 through 1968 Now 1968 comes along and "Boo, team Come on home," and all this shit "And don't say nothin' about it, 'cause We don't want to hear about it... 'cause it's upsetting Around dinnertime." "Well, Goddamn. It upset me For a whole goddamn year It upset a lot of people to the point Where they're fuckin' dead, you know? All this shit. You don't wanna hear About it? I'll tell you every day Make you sit out and puke On your dinner, you dig?" "Because you got me over there, and Now you done brought me back here... And you wanna forget it so somebody Else can go do it somewhere else Hell no. Uh-uh You gonna hear it all." "Every day as long as you live, because It's gonna be with me as long as I live When I get up in the morning When John gets up When a lot of dudes Sitting here get up Man, their gut hurts Because they got shot there." "I gotta put on an arm and a leg, 'cause It ain't there no more, you dig? Now, my man's got a hole in his stomach He can't work right, you know? You do something about that Make that all disappear, you dig? Make it all go away With the 6:00 news." "Turn it off or switch it To another channel Uh-Uh. To hell with that, you dig? It's here and it's for real And it's gonna happen again And, like, wow. The Napalm hit, I grabbed this dude Just put him up over my head In the hole like that." "Fuckin' napalm went down the whole line Just creamed everybody in the line Thirty-five dudes, man, just burnt Post-toasty to the bitter, you dig? And that napalm was just drippin' On both sides of this dude He's dead, you know. I'm just holdin' Him up, using him as a shield."