New cracks on the pavement
Tripped up over something you said
Oh, oh
Fast track to the races
That moment it passes again just like it always does
Oh, but
Some things you just never get over and that's alright
Because even when the fight is all over
We're all fighting dead soldiers
In our minds
Come home
You don't
Have to do it alone, oh
Hop in my spaceship
Got a gun on my hip and a seat for ya
Oh, but
Some things you just never get over and that's alright
Because even when the fight is all over
We're all fighting dead soldiers
In our minds
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Because some things you just never get over
And it feels like it's torture
But it's alright
Because even when the fight is all over
We're all fighting dead soldiers
In our minds
Kinda fucked up isn't it
It's all so fucked up isn't it
Everything's fucked up isn't it
Isn't it
Isn't it
