Worn Tin New Slate Lyrics

Look out there
beacon of light
string along a basket with your hands held high
license plate banjo
carrying stains
commemorative dolls from the Idaho state
a passin train, pray for space
the ground gets thinner so we all lose faith
but I know nothing, well...
I guess thats everything I know
I don't care what you see
there's no light that's here for me
you won't believe what they say
It's like everyone I know

In the pews, we all pray
all the troops who were my friends
touched by freedom, praying for peace
when I've got nothing left
instead it's a commune walking
break it off, and take it off
serve it like kids on molly
It's now everything they know.