Mastodon

Armored cars, paper planes Slot machines, sallow graves Wingless bugs, dead end streets Hurricanes, apple seeds Good times, there's more channels than there is time Flashing on and off, open and closing Now repeat the lines This life of vessels passing late at night Over the ocean, on land, over sea, up in the sky Mastodon, throw a fit Ringing in the graveyard shift Shooting stars, plunging planes Approaching Tidal waves And i'll fight The battle to reclaim the mind They'll tell you you're wrong, i'm saying you're right i hope you're listening This life, It's not that easy but you try To sing your own songs To breathe your own sighs To get by To get by Jettison Jettisoned Jettison Jettisoned Jettisoned By your sad sad eyes and pale pale horses Your sad sad eyes and pale pale horses Your sad sad eyes and pale pale horses All your sad sad sad sad…