False Profits
Corey Kilgannon
I've spent so much time breathing
Highway air and cigarette ash
The color of my blood and the air in my lungs is black
'Cause I've tried to find these feelings I want
In money and alcohol, tobacco and lust
But I think that I'd rather die young
Than live to be old and unloved, old and unloved
I've spent too much time counting
Hours and five dollar bills
Those bright neon signs and the lure of the night
Will someday get me killed
'Cause I've tried to find these feelings I want
In money and alcohol, tobacco and lust
But I think that I'd rather die young
Than live to be old and unloved, old and unloved
We're chasing false profits
Empty lives, and pretty coffins
We're chasing false profits
We're chasing false profits
Empty lives, and pretty coffins
We're chasing false profits
We're chasing false profits
Empty lives, and pretty coffins
We're chasing false profits
We're chasing false profits
Empty lives, and pretty coffins
We're chasing false profits
'Cause I've tried to find these feelings I want
In money and alcohol, tobacco and lust
But I think that I'd rather die young
Than live to be old and unloved, old and unloved