Tired Devil from Lightning Bug by Paper Mache

tired devil’s gotta stick to his guns ran his mouth in the past now that mouth forces him to run this town’s a parent, asks, “why you angry son?” I’m not mad but the way you ask, like mad is what you want
you won’t stop til’ you get it why should I fight it?questions like statements built in response
wanna live the hard life?set your clocks to bar time something bout a whiskey smile always looked so good now he cut his loses he’s movin down to Austin southern bells with southern drawls always in the mood
I’m not your patron saint, victim, or the one to blame,G.I. John Doe, or a stay home Jane Flag waving, whistle blowing I’m not your teachers pet, or a rebel mouth piece in a dunst cap sat,in the corner with his nose up flat against it
I’m not the things i’ve said or done prizes that i’ve lost or won halos and horns tried on for fun but they’re not me I’m just a boy trying to stay dry south bound under cloudy skies heard there’s an island off the 35 that would suit me

• acoustic
• alternative
• cab
• death
• devil
• folk
• indie
• jacket
• mache
• morning
• my
• paper
• rock
• tired
• Austin