Bloodshot

Well the morning sun hit you like a bitch right between the eyes

And its an itch you got a scratch while your still young enough to try

Now aint we all dying, aint we all dying stars

Now aint we all dying aint we all dying stars

Well you made the road your home but you dont have to die alone

With a drifter's dream reaking of the diesel fumes

And all the suns burning in the sky on fire like your bloodshot eyes

With a windshield world praying at your ten and two

Praying at your ten and two

And all your dreams have been riddled like the signs flying by on the right

Just out here in the middle tween the ghosts and getting back on the fight

Now aint we all dying, aint we all dying stars

Now aint we all dying aint we all dying stars

You made the road your home but you dont have to die alone

With a drifter's dream reaking of the diesel fumes

And all the suns burning in the sky on fire like your bloodshot eyes

With a windshield world praying at your ten and two

Praying at your ten and two

Dont want to be a dying dont want to be a dying star

Dont want to be a dying dont want to be a dying star

Dont want to be a dying dont want to be a dying star

Dont want to be a dying dont want to be a dying star

You made the road your home but you dont have to die alone

With a drifter's dream reaking of the diesel fumes

And all the suns burning in the sky on fire like your bloodshot eyes

With a windshield world praying at your ten and two

Praying at your ten and two

Praying at your ten and two

Praying at your ten and two

Praying at your ten and two