Seventeen, working overtime

The acting part of a slow decline

I was caught in a trance

Like a viper advancing

Totally over it, down on the corner

I wrote my name on a picket sign

I’ve had my knife since ‘99

And I have been driving at night with my head in the lights

And I'm already gone by the time I got back

To the otherside of a big dumb world

I found my place, my style unfurled, like a carrier pigeon, the only religion

Got me cutting it back to the part on my heart where the roses roam and the crew is game

A photograph of an empty frame, I was caught in a moment with a worthy opponent

And I’m thumbing my nose on the rose of the thorn

Of authority

Ah yeah

Over and over and over again, I'll know it's time by the time it ends

I was shot in the shadows but I'm bleeding for real, when somebody loves you, they water the wheel

She saved my ass at the break of dawn, my files in pieces, my money’s gone

I was under persuasion, a syndicated occasion

On the opening night of the fight for the likes of the allegorical rainbow bright

Believe you me, it's an oversight

I've been roaming with omens in a paper canoe

And i can tell it's a lie by the size of your shoes

Yeah, it's only a moment of every time the clothes go up but the stars align

You can marry a mission under scary conditions

But I’m blowing my horn on the side of the thorn

Of authority, ah yeah

Yeah I’m blowing my horn on the side of the thorn

Of authority, ah yeah

Ah yeah

Ah yeah