Happy Birthday, Baby!

Happy birthday, baby

Make a wish and cut the cake

What started as a party is starting to feel more like a wake

All of these self help gurus

Drunk on money and their guns

And the religious zealots

Shooting anyone sane enough to run

Slide that knife inside your pocket

I have a screwdriver tucked in my sock

When you have the right keys

The doors are never locked

Ignore the pretend hillbillies

All bumper sticker and no bite

We have $136 bucks

And we’re leaving here tonight

Let them have their Baja blast

With their flags at half mast

While we figure out how to mourn our future,

Present, and our past

Moon rocks and inspirational quotes

Will not bless this mess

Where cold hard cash

Is the only bullet proof vest

You’re better at this than me

Can you find us on the map?

X marks the spot

Where the house of cards collapsed

No, I’m not crying,

Just the tear gas in my eyes

As long as you’re beside me

I’m not afraid to die

We dreamed of a house on the ocean

But couldn’t afford the rent

I can hear their voices getting closer

I don’t regret a moment that I spent

Loving you was the only grace my hands have ever shown

They say the first cut is the deepest

And this one went straight to the bone

Take the screw driver and the cash

You have to leave me behind

I’d only hold you back

And you’re running out of time

Stop when you hit Santa Cruz

There are people there you can trust

And I’ll spit in the mouths of these monsters

For the both of us

Happy birthday, baby

Make a wish and cut the cake