8 Years Lyrics

8 years playing guitars together,
playing bars, whatever,
getting lost in bad weather
having nearly lost the fun[?]
you turned aboard[?] to run
writing long postcards to
mothers and sons in the ER
and I moved into the VR
and somewhere, man in that passenger van
has left you a curse
'cuz one man's limo is another man's hearse
uhhh
uhhh

Talking about smoking and the joys of pain
he shit his pants, and champagne,
and you brought an old professor over for Halloween
shoved a hanger down his pants and climbed a tree
screaming "cunt", and shot his dick off
and I can't decide which is worse
'cuz one man's limo is another man's hearse
uhhh
uhhh

thinking of state lines, thinking of parking fines
fathers driving us on our first tour 'cuz we can't drive
playing the same venue as Q and Not U,
then watching two lesbians tunnel a mechanical bull
it got kind of surreal, I guess that things had gotten worse
'cuz one man's limo is another man's hearse
uhhh
uhhh

there's nothing more gorgeous
or coloured[?], I have found
than the northern part of this state at sundown
there's nothing more gorgeous
or coloured[?], I have found
than the southern part of this state at sundown
there's nothing more gorgeous
or coloured[?], I have found
than the eastern part of this state at sundown
or coloured[?], I have found
than the western part of this state at sundown