Wooden Wire

Situation calling

The dimes are out this weekend

Surrounded in our violence

We were walking out

But you can't tell me nothing

If I don't have the pesos

But we can share our hunger

In the dying days

Kiss the slice of the morning picture

Take what you think you own

It gets crazy

It gets crazy

When we get low

Am I breaking down

Or am I breaking through

Or am I hanging out

Or am I just passing through

Cleaning up my plate

Another tattoo

Am I hanging out

Or am I just passing through

You can have your parade

And dress up how you want too

Yell into the heavens if you think it's right

But make no mistake about it

Your straight pride is just nonsense

That's spouted off by evil that's a dying breed

Think about your saying to somebody about love

It's just lazy, lazy

And low