Matthew Good Band - Generation X Wing

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Is there anything that I need to say
that hasn't been said before
I have been polite for too long
why should I be anymore
better now than never, better loud than clever
better just to play the fool
it's times like this
when you just close your eyes & kiss
cause everything after this
is just bullshit & being cruel
so hold me up, I'm going out
& don't wait up, I won't be coming home
If you lay me down in concrete fields
will I dream of grass and opera
this is the sound and how it feels
to be dead
In the end, there will be fire & brimstone
& no one will be there to answer the telephone
you are the only one I'll miss
you are the only answer at a time like this
she is the trick of my trade
she is the thing that can't be made
she is gold and nothing less
& she is fearless
so hold me up, we're going out
& don't wait up, we won't be coming home
You hold it in your heart
you keep it in your heart
you hide it in your head
& you use it when you have to
she is the trick of the trade
these are the things that can't be made
stay yourself & nothing else
stay fearless