An American Religion (FSF)

Lyrics

Sorry for what's in the magazines I know it wasn't fair of me, but I'm spitting ink onto the pages like blood through broken teeth I can see the gallows all lit up in neon just waiting for me The limelight started burning They're all paying for bullets to shoot at my feet Does that make you happy? They're all paying for bullets to shoot at my feet Does that make you happy? Does that make you happy? Truman will always be remembered for dropping the bomb I'll always be remembered for my fuck ups but I'm still living in Richie's basement I'm still sitting at the coffee shop with Ken We still talk about nothing. I still feel like the same person I've been I knew a lot of talented kids who got lost in painkillers and turned into nothing Sometimes I can still feel it pulling but I just can't let that happen They're all paying for bullets to shoot at my feet Does that make you happy? They're all paying for bullets to shoot at my feet Does that make you happy? Does that make you happy? Does that make you happy?