歌词
First comes the pitch
Then comes the sale
Pretty soon you wash it down with a Molotov cocktail
It's just the perks
Of the road to fame
Intentions so well-disguised, the lies don't seem so strange
I ain't saying I got a bad, bad deal
That I was wronged or innocent
But the foolish choices a young man makes
Are the same ones he'll resent
When the lights come on
The moths flutter in
Oblivious that radiance eventually goes dim
The solitude of midnight, and the loneliness in the trail
Before too long there's reflection, but you can't see yourself
I ain't saying I got a bad, bad deal
That I was wronged or innocent
But the foolish choices a young man makes
Are the same ones he'll resent
Life's full of struggles, twists, and turns
There's gonna be fires, and you're gonna get burned, burned, burned
I ain't saying I got a bad, bad deal
That I was wronged or innocent
But the foolish choices a young man makes
Are the same ones he'll resent
Written by: Josh Abbott
