Paint it Black The Fine Art of Falling Apart Lyrics

we hit the streets with fast beats.
no surrender and no retreat.
"get in the van" was our battle cry even though half the time we couldn't even see eye to eye.
a lot of heart, a little luck, and just a pinch of self destruct.
if i knew then what i know now, i'd do it all again.

the amp's shut down, the vacuum tubes have grown cold.
am i getting soft? am i getting old?
am i starting to rot? read or not...
flip the switch, hit the bricks. this is all i've got.
flat feet, a broken back.
how do we get ourselves back on track?
we try to do it right but everything goes wrong.
did you know that i'm still in love with that song?