Contextual Analysis of "stowaway" in Lyrics

progress rides with thieves and whores

the stowaways of civil war

the waves are rolling high

and the children want to cry

different name

in life and who's to blame

teenage bop form a nervous holiday

telegram go gos got to yesterday

the night felt good but the day got worse

with a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay

i'm gonna find me a ship

i'm gonna burn all the words

i'm gonna find me a ship

i'm gonna burn all the words

time on my side

a time i could glide the shifting currents of my dream

the weight settles in

gonna look 'em all in the eye as they spit in my face

she watched only him

she crept so grim

now i'm trapped in a melting pot

and can't erase all my old ways

all my life i've been running wild like a runaway

back at home it never made much sense

drowning tequila sunsets

refugees of romance plead asylum from the real

super mookin' mutt i blow an o a day

she get on my last nerve i tell her go away

to our dismay

on ship of fools aside the bay

i grew into the queen of hell

that stabbed her way to save herself

and i'm at home sewing stripes on

'bout to buck you down with this throw away

i just turned the four-way to a two-seater

see if you a bleeder

sing to the song boy going straight into the convoy

everybody like the good rhythm

i'm over head now

my team about that money tho