Tinsel and Sawdust Songtext

von Jason Collett

We're all fugitives
Of American portions
Got only sleeves
N yesterday's calling card
From fresh cut grass
Out on the interstate
Where wheels keep on runnin
Til we sealed our fate

Tinsel and sawdust who's gonna give you up?

So here's your guitar
That you used to strum
You never got very far
You could still sing along
The oblique pastich and childhood memories
Has got you down on your knees
You know you can't escape these things

Tinsel and sawdust
Who's gonna give you up
It's not who you are
It's just what you've become.

Sky's folding the roads
We've been gone for days
Feeling more at home
But not in this vile way
Flip the cassette
Of the mix tape you made
Light up a joint
Let our souls catch some rays

Tinsel and sawdust i'm gonna give you up
It's not who you are
It's just what we've become
Tinsel and sawdust
Tinsel and sawdust