Cutting life with a razor’s edge
When you can’t sleep but still go to bed
You can deal
You can deal
You can deal but you can’t ever win
Go back home to below your station
Like a refugee from the aryan nation
Can appeal
Can appeal
Can appeal
But you’re still them within
Tell me stories of famous men
I can’t see myself in them
We could steal
We could steal
We could steal
But we’re stealing from them
And I see them standing outside of the casino
And in their eyes are things that you and I could never know
Throwing down with the least provocation
With that vintage steel from your dad’s generation
Are we out on bail or just a week’s vacation?
Getting high it’s a family tradition
Adding one more kid to a cycle that’s vicious
Can appeal
Can appeal
Can appeal
But you’ll still be them, them, them, them
Tell me stories of famous men
I can’t see myself in them
We could steal
We could steal
We could steal
But we’re stealing from them
And I see them standing outside of the casino
And in their eyes are things that you and I could never know
