Guardrail - 'Til We're Dead

We're missing something, yeah
We're missing something, yeah
We're next to nothing, yeah
Broken and rusting, yeah
We're missing something, yeah
We're missing something, yeah
We'll take the easiest route
If this one doesn't play out

We are the patron saints
Of the washed-up
We're just a swing and a miss
We made careers out of it
We are the patron saints
Of the completely fucked
Playing the hand we were dealt
I guess we'll see you in hell

We are the patron saints
Of the last in line
Overlooked and held back
We always slip through the cracks
We are the patron saints
Of the idle mind
We're killing time here instead
Procrastinate 'til we're dead

Written by:
Alyssa Laessig, Doug Brand, Ken Ugel, Kevin Konieczny

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