Like an insect,
spend your poison and you die
A lucky fool,
made up of recycled dreams
Held together at the seams
On a factory farm vacation
With the fear of God in your eye s
I saw you in a good light
On autopilot
On autopilot
You don't mean it, you're bluffin'
I can tell, it's in your voice
I can read you like a book
And you don't make sense
You're undeveloped,
hard to see
Too many holes
They're punching you on every night
You can't fight
The autopilot
The autopilot
You burned the mis t,
you caught the rush
And let your friends choke
on the dust
Whatever's left belongs to us
We still pick gloves in the rain
We still pick gloves in the rain
We still pick gloves in the rain
I can't reach you,
you're too old to let it go
There's nothing left,
only fractions of a life
But you can grow back
Spinning out into eternity
With the weight of the
world on your side
I caught you with my good eye
On a pile
When you burn the nest,
you calm the rush
And let your friends choke
on the dust
Whatever's left belongs to us
We still pay close enough
We still pay close enough
We still pay close enough
You used to sing from the gallows,
but now you sing from the choir,
turn it on.
You used to think that
you'd earned it
But now you know that you're right
Well turn it on
Now you're the kind of bastard
And bring dead bodies to be loved
To be loved
You burned the nest
You caught the rush
And let your friends choke
on the dust
Whatever's left belongs to us
We still make love tonight
We still make love tonight
We still make love tonight
You