Tungsten Lungs - Picking Up Cigarettes at a Different Gas Station

American rattail
English gums
C'mon, spit it out now
You're prone to

Sense of direction gone
All that you had
A fine china cabinet
Filled with rust

And all it took was just a single word
The pack don't follow far
Far behind the wounded

Are you afraid of the dark?
Your eyes don't follow
The road into the night
Into the Sunoco

American Spirit
Restless macho
Convince yourself that all of it was worth it

And all it took was just a single word
The pack don't follow far
Far behind the wounded

So just let it go
Just let me go
Just let it go
The one thing you were never good at

Written by:
Chris Anderson

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