Stolen Tags

Duration

4:58

Genres

Indie Rock

Description

Lyrics

When workin’ only gets you so far Underpaid, overdrawn It doesn’t matter who your friends are Doesn’t matter what kinda drugs that you’re on Start the drive with the sun in your eyes And the heat beatin’ down on the hood You used to say they couldn’t drag you away Now you don’t think you’d stay if you could Changing lanes outside of Denver Count the cars you can pass But it’s not the Denver you remember So you lean both your feet on the gas And when you finally go to downshift That’s when you’ll just see the whites of their eyes It won’t matter who you’re friends with Won’t matter what kind of friends you can buy And you know it’s such a drag Trying to pass for pilgrims When you’re wearin’ stolen tags And there’s a checkpoint up ahead Where looks won’t get you through Not when we’re lookin’ like we do When working only gets you so far Work your way down to one It doesn’t matter who your friends are Doesn’t matter what kinda drugs that you done Don’t stop the car, hey they know who we are And they know what we’ve got in the back Cut the line, wait till I give the sign And we’ll go yeah we’ll show where it’s at We’re gonna put this checkpoint on the map And you know it’s such a gas Crashing over guardrails To the sound of breakin’ glass And maybe someday I don’t know They’ll think of us as pilgrims And our own side of the story will be told