Dry Bristles

you're much more clever when you're young

just ask my brothers who'll agree with me

your empty hands, my idle tongue

i hope the audience is listening

i love my heroes cause they're not famous

this just might be my last chance

to let you know my name

before my chances pass away

so lend me your ear

i'll sing you passion

or point out every flaw you possess

don't question what you hear

the stories i tell are sincere

is it over?

i'm not done with

this can't be it

[chorus:]

i'm not satisfied with being anonymous anymore

i'll make you scream my name

my friends are family

but family comes first

wine tastes better vintage

our wishing wells are water holes

so pretty girls are best left alone

my music's precious

and art's a blessing

alcohol leads to empty words

i'm ready to cash out

tell them i sent you if in doubt

it's not over

i'm not done with

this can't be it

[chorus x2]

bury me with my mistakes

i got my dreams i'll be just fine

(2x)

[chorus x2]