So, if you don't believe that man was made from mud
I'm inclined to lean that way as well
And if you think that we should drink each other's blood
Slice me open, what the hell

I get the goosebumps just remembering your name
The shameless hope behind your eyes
Insisting sincerely that the snow begets the spring
Who needs wit when you are wise

You can sleep in any bed you think is soft
I will save a place for you here at the trough
But if instead, you resolve to hook the hose to the exhaust
Admit you're beat... I would not think you weak

Our car was buried in the last dug ditch
Our broken family stood it's ground
We poured down kisses on his pale blue lips
Oaths were made and vengeance vowed

I try to think of it as often as I should
My hat in hand and furrowed brow
But once you realize that you'll never save the world
The next best bet is burn it down

Stay away from whisky love, and stay away from men
You do those things and you may never get the chance
To drink pollution and to sit here on your hands
It ain't so bad, if you get happy when you're sad
Stay away from whisky and you stay away from mine
We're writing footnotes for a culture in decline
And I don't know, if that don't, then
Just what will change your mind and break that spell
And we'll quietly rebel
Come here, we'll quietly rebel