48' Doublestack

Some stupid night i was standing by the sally, i’ll explain,
We were passing bottle and talking about two blocks from the trains.
It’s easy laughing when you’re out of chances.
Not hard leaving when you’re always traveling.
Down and out of luck, still got guts enough
To know this place is fucked and still not giving up.

It’s all what you make of it
And it’s all what you take from it.
We’re all not so different, shit jobs bad decisions,
Destructive addictions, that keep us one step from the edge.
Go!

So i was shit faced talking to this drunk on fifth street, he split his beer with me.
I rolled cigarettes, he said “i won’t let this town get what’s left of me”.
We sat in the shadows of the mainline tracks.
I caught out on an eastbound doublestack.
He waved and smiled, then he yelled “good luck”.
He was better than most of us.

It’s all what you make of it
And it’s all what you take from it.
We’re all not so different, shit jobs bad decisions,
Destructive addictions, that keep us one step from the edge.
Go!

Well shit, i know it’s nothing short of terrible,
The way this place seems sometimes, still it’s not impossible,
To laugh at the bullshit, drink up with the worse kid.
I know it’s hard but try to not let the world make you the sucker all the time.

These things that we’ve done, somewhat desperate and drunk,
Built the basis for this restless way that we live.
We’ve rejected what you’ve got to show for the trade off,
A life spent just waiting for orders and taking
Such shit from the parents, the bullies and bosses.
The faults no one’s but your own ‘cause you couldn’t stand up and say no
Could not say no
Could not say no
Could not say no