She was 16 years old
Broken and Broke
Found the keys to the Van,
in her old mans coat.
Well, pickin' self-worth up off the side of the road,
said she'll never see her name in the lights, or the Marquee.
cnd in the darkest of nights, she drives,
just to hear the drone of the road.
In the city of quotes, and lyrical notes, she found dream, that some saywane's greed.

So just, roll with the innocent outlaws,
they'll never catch nothing, never get far.
They say we're jaded it was all for the something, no chance for it all

cnd in this, Cold truth relying on flaws
Like its race to the wall street,
and I'm afraid of heights
Cuz when the Wind got your back,
like another man's debt,
Find your fight, in this Bailout Brawl.


See we're out on road,

and earning our sweat,
Could use a home-cooked meal,
on this 3rd day of rest
Leave us out here to fold,
we've been earning this mess,
Leave the best of the best to uphold
Like this bare stricken light,
Silence in the noise of the night
Backed by power, back by the left and the rights
See when there's no black and white,
just grey in disguise,
When the powers-that-be start to fold, just

This, Cold truth relying on flaws
Like its race to the wall street,
and I'm afraid of heights
Cuz when the Wind got your back,
like another man's debt,
Find your fight, in this Bailout Brawl.