Johnny Manchild & The Poor Bastards
The Message
He wrote another letter, and carved a silhouette
He  knows somewhere she wanders but he hasn’t found it yet
This  image is a marvel of purity and truth
An image blurring further every day away from youth

He carved another letter into his shaking arm
The  memory will linger even should it do him harm
The  message may be simple‚ complex in aftertaste
The 20/20 vision getting lost along the way

The  spring turns into summer‚ the summer burns to ash
It buries underneath him ’til the winter comes to pass
It sprouts into the meadows of poltergeists and ghouls
Condemning us to living in the making of a fool

You  toured the upper valley‚ you walked the city streets
To find yourself in everywhere above your swollen feet
One foot follows the other, it never gets away
You sit amongst the ghosts that you created on the way

A way of living under fire
Strung out on ambition and desire
How long, how long before we
Crash and burn?
The heights are soaring ever higher
The fall is growing ever dire
How long‚ how long before we
Crash and burn?
A way of living under fire
Strung out on ambition and desire
How long, how long before we
Crash and burn?
The heights are soaring ever higher
The fall is growing ever dire
How long, how long before we
Crash and burn?
Burn?
Burn?
Burn?