With Your Two Hands

You built a house with your two hands, you built a fire down in the sand, you drive no matter where we go I tried but it's so hard to get my mother to discard I wash the smell of camping from our clothes Fools will die alone Way down that desert road you turned away we go up We went like feathers in the wind He keeps his options open all the girls he wants are spoken for we're gonna watch the world fold in Fools will die alone Fools will die alone Fools will die alone Fools Oh, you're talkin' shit but you ain't sayin' nothin' real You got a knack for burnin' bridges down You point and shoot with no precision Quit your job for television Now you're fucking me around Fools will die alone Fools will die alone Fools will die alone Fools It's a race to the death baby, don't make this harder than it is It's a race to the death yeah, i don't like the fire you play with Way down that desert round you turned away we go up we went like feathers in the wind Fools Fools Fools will die alone Fools It's a race to the death baby, don't make this harder than it is It's a race to the death yeah, i don't like the fire you play with