Pullin' Teeth from 4 tracks by Broken Arrow

the dust is a dream a bowl of confusion
our feet don't make prints we're always losin'
that sense of apathy we swore we'd adorn
the aisles engulf us, the mark of a real man
kept in a basement that's covered in quicksand
it's hard to keep our heads on straight in the dark
and i just keep moving to make sure i'm breathing
but everyone knows that everything's fleeting
and i just want to make a mark on your heart
i could just ignore it pretend it didn't happen
but happiness abhors that predictable blindness
and you light my way better than this stale cigarette

i'll swallow my pride let go of my shame
i'll pull all my teeth and i'll take your last name
there's no need for lonely nights
there's no need for lonely nights
i'll toss all my pills and pour out all my beer
i'll smash up my cigs and i'll stay in good cheer
there's no need for lonely nights
there's no need for lonely nights

• Acoustic
• echo-punk
• flam
• flim
• folk
• proto-funk
• Parkersburg