This year my father's heros have all passed
Reagan, waylon, june & johny cash
I have felt the earth deep in my bones
Are these growing pains or shifting stones?

Cars are standing still on 95
Waiting for the tunnel in straight lines
Past my hands, resting on the wheel
The skyline's still an open wheel of steel

Would I lie
Would I lie
Would I lie
Just to get by

I'm angrier than I have ever been

We're all throwing punches to the wind
Where's the truth when everything is polled
They'd sell Jesus fore his blood ran cold

Boys with guns and girls in mud stained skirts
This is how you paint the perfect world
Gasoline and gold pulled from the ground
Remember that when traffic slows you down

We all lie
We all lie
We all lie
Just to get by