Bobby Weidman - Cheap

My hairline’s a little higher
Standards a little lower
If time don’t make you wiser
It surely makes you slower
I’m sick of winnin little battles
I just wanna win the war
Every night I tore my heart out
And threw it on the floor
For a distant chance
Or a pretty glance
Yes I have my sins
but don’t nail me to the cross
I was young but then
My youth was lost
I’m not ready to hang my saddle
And my guns over the door
You have to tear your heart out
And throw it on the floor
Of every piss-filled dive
Before you can arrive
If the end comes
I’m not quite ready yet
The show hasn’t begun
It was only the sound check
But I can hear death’s rattle
And I want to leave you wanting more
I will dust my boots off
Pick my heart up off the floor
Go home get some sleep
Round here truth is cheap

Written by:
Robert Weidman

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