Sticky Bastards

This one goes out to

All of those who love the smell of gasoline

I figured out that where they want to be

Is in the in between

Have you ever seen the world at 6 AM

When it's cold and dark and almost silent

You'll never want to sleep again

Let your blood boil up

While mine stands still

Always the antagonist

Because I'm not at home all year

Overeager, eat your words

I'll feed them to you this time

One more goodbye

I'm good with the guilt-trip

Because reconciliation's overrated

I'll be at the Firkin

In the back room with a stiff drink in each hand

I'm not enamored by

The stories being told

It's not that I don't love this town

I just feel like it's getting old

Let all your blood boil up

While mine stands still

I'll always be the antagonist

Because I'm never home, oh yeah

Overeager, eat your words

I'll feed them to you this time

To get it right

True believer, do your worst

And sing along to all our goodbyes

And all these days we spent on

Pure on adrenaline, I'll take it

I'll take it over dirty clockwork living

What would we tell our children then?

Overeager, eat your words

I'll feed them to you this time

One more goodbye

Overeager, eat your words

I'll feed them to you this time

To get it right

True believer, do your worst

And sing along to all our goodbyes