if i could touch the face of the gods, i would trade my ear

why so safe clawless 'tiger?'
prancing to make the place a few bucks before the dance party opens at 10,
don't get me wrong:
you belong, you build, and sure as hell you deserve this.

i thank god we have had our time...
i thank god for kids like you.

just know:
they will lie to you, they will sell you like the shirts you buy 25 dollars a pop.
too much for too little,
and when you scream at the wall, we all see what sticks...
soon you will too...
...and you may not be too happy with what's hanging.

so when your 'hooks' don't hold the ears any longer,
and ska is back in style,
you will only find peace in knowing every bit of you was in front of everyone you passed...
raw.imperfect.ugly.true
...and that they may never understand,
and furthermore, that no words will wrap around those nights spent ghost...
city after city.

like when we set up our gear on the hoover dam just to be pushed along...
was it Van Gogh who was crazy or the world that is crazy?
this place will never be our home.

so when you talk about belonging,
know just what it is you belong to,
spit through that lump in your throat,
and freak out.