mcfearless

strain, living with a name
they get the best of me
but i don't walk away
i don't complain
i got much to gain
so they keep testing me
and i keep feeding their face

but they could go
off and hit the road
what would i care
i like going nowhere
i got the reigns
the courage i was made of
and they've got fake love
so i know i must show

it's my show
i must go
with my soul
not my hand
where i stand
it's my role
it's my soul

pearls
and necklaces and girls
and all the pretty things
i ain't seeking to have
it's safe to say
if i don't get this out of me
i might quite easily
end up dead or just mad

cross my t's and try to dot my i's
but that's just blinding me
and i ain't living that way
i roll my sleeves and make a better man of me
or i might easily
just give up on this show

it's my show
i must go
with my soul
not my hand
where i stand
it's my role
it's my soul

i must show
it's my show
i must go
with my soul
not my hand
where i stand
it's my role
it's my soul

and my show,
it's my show

arizona

that taste
all i ever needed
all i ever wanted
too dumb to surrender

she shakes
like the morning railway
checking me out
with someone on her shoulder

the lamp
flickers in the bedroom
she must feel as awkward
whore-house arizona

and i go
stand up to a giant
say that i'm a fighter
too drunk to remember
too drunk to

say man, my face
is laying on the pavement
tasting something awful
i hate when that happens

and she waves
thinking that it's sexy
she must be plum crazy
i kinda think i like her
i kinda think i do