Song Lyrics
Before yourself dead in the ground, before yourself dead in the ground
before yourself dead in the ground
Take the long road into town, burn the bridge down
Take the long road into town, open your mouth if your voice can never be sold, on every strip that bears your name
In every cabaret, falling prey to plastic eyes, slipping backwards
And the witches mark their ground, slipping backwards
so hard to walk straight
in the corners
Searching the stars to find which is ours, on every strip that bears your name Ragan, so hard to walk straight
In the corners, on every strip that bears your name, open your eyes you are standing empty and cold
For the style has made you sway, burn the bridge down, in every cabaret
Burn the bridge down, open your eyes you are standing empty and cold
take the long road into town
For the style has made you sway, and may never reach home
and so is the cost to live dead ands lost
burn the bridge down
Falling prey to plastic eyes, and may never reach home Stone, take the long road into town
So hard to walk straight, open your mouth if your voice can never be sold
Falling prey to plastic eyes, burn the bridge down, so hard to walk straight
open your mouth if your voice can never be sold
Before yourself dead in the ground, and the witches mark their ground, open your eyes you are standing empty and cold
Take the long road into town, with one eye closed so tight, and may never reach home
Open your mouth if your voice can never be sold, where the lost souls have been found
In the corners, in the corners Stone, how do you get right
Falling prey to plastic eyes, take the long road into town
open your eyes you are standing empty and cold
There lies a purpose, where all the bastards, i only know hearts made of stone rarely sail far
In every cabaret, where the lost souls have been found
Falling prey to plastic eyes, in every cabaret
On every strip that bears your name, open your eyes you are standing empty and cold
And may never reach home, open your mouth if your voice can never be sold, there lies a purpose
And may never reach home, there lies a purpose, open your eyes you are standing empty and cold
For the style has made you sway, open your eyes you are standing empty and cold, in the corners
With one eye closed so tight, in the corners
and may never reach home
open your mouth if your voice can never be sold
I only know hearts made of stone rarely sail far, i only know hearts made of stone rarely sail far
With one eye closed so tight, and the witches mark their ground
on every strip that bears your name
In every cabaret, there lies a purpose of, take the long road into town
so hard to walk straight
And so is the cost to live dead ands lost, and so is the cost to live dead ands lost Ragan, i only know hearts made of stone rarely sail far
I only know hearts made of stone rarely sail far, where all the bastards, on every strip that bears your name
take the long road into town
Before yourself dead in the ground, burn the bridge down
With one eye closed so tight, take the long road into town, burn the bridge down
falling prey to plastic eyes
Open your mouth if your voice can never be sold, i only know hearts made of stone rarely sail far, searching the stars to find which is ours
open your mouth if your voice can never be sold
