Pariah Folk - The State of It Lyrics

Backdrop grubbers crawling from their cover
Need a gunshot to smother all the liars and lovers
There's a ghost in the mirror that is speaking in tongues
It needs a second of your hour as you're climbing the rungs

Dead head dreamer God you should have seen her
But the miracle she's weaving ain't enough to believe in
There's a man in the grass in the middle of the road
He needs a penny of the dollars you're about to unload

I feel sick but baby I'm winning
I'm a mover, I'm a shaker, hear the noise that I'm bringing
I'll lose my mind
Hey ready or not I'm a cut loose king
Tried and tired but not changing the record
Gonna keep up the copy until you like something better
It's an art
Hey ready or not I'm the next big thing
All the peasants in the streets crying, "Go go go go go"
And all the puppets in their thrones crying, "No no no no no!"

Wrecked and rugged, ready to get loaded
Well the chips are getting higher but you already folded
There's a man at the bar at the end of his rope
Blaming everyone and everything for giving him hope

Expectations destroy imaginations
You thought living would be easy until reality caved in
There's a girl on the phone you don't love anymore
But it's her or you alone and you're too tired to go on

I feel sick but baby I'm winning
I'm a mover, I'm a shaker, hear the noise that I'm bringing
I'll lose my mind
Hey ready or not I'm a cut loose king
Tried and tired but not changing the record
Gonna keep up the copy until you like something better
It's an art
Hey ready or not I'm the next big thing
All the peasants in the streets crying, "Go go go go go"
And all the puppets in their thrones crying, "No no no no no!"