We touch fire Just to taste the truth You say we're gonna die So will you We chase lightning Cause we need to move This is our science We got nothing to prove
Tell me where you're going With that knife in your hand? Tell me what your thinking What do you got planned? See I don't trust your smile, I know your daddy' lets you run wild as wind, I saw you touch her eyelids, I can see your want so clearly to kiss her lips.
I got a friend who walks the strip with a gun on his hip. His reason is this, if people catch a glimpse, they won't be talking shit. And he can rest his heavy fists, He got hands for taking teeth, he don't need quarters to coax them from lips. To you, this is crazy as it gets, To the man with bruises on hands, it only makes sense Yeah, and that's the way that he is...the Toothtaker! And this the way that I live.
I wasn't born in a box car, when I die bury me with crossed arms Underneath the tree up in the backyard. Slip that coin in my pocket, yeah, it's a lost art, Living what your giving till it finally stops hearts. When us good guys die, we hope those that survive Can spin a solid lie to make us look real hard. Cause we ain't tough, tell 'em stef: "We just deal with whatever comes up".
This is for those who can't take a hint. Find 100 neighbors, ask, "if they could change their life what would they do different?" Would it be little shifts? Or would it be, some hidden dream, from the bitter deep, that no one even knows exists? To me it makes sense, you can waste time tossing blades of grass to the wind or you can swing fists. And if it sinks ships, Bury me at sea, with my arms crossed, and a smile up on my pink lips.
Tell me this: Put up your finger tips if you're living your life exactly the way that you wished... Yeah, and for the rest of us with our hands at our hips, Our work is never done...we are Sisyphus.