count your bruises
flatliners, the
from the echoed streets of the mission
where the night can save your life
to the rows of narrow corridors
where the world looks nothing like
anything your eyes have ever seen
san francisco can be short and louder
and none of us can even stand still
let it rain all day on our asshole parade
'cause we're smiling still
count your bruises one by one and laugh it off
and stick around down here with us
there's unity in detachment
so let the time you spent on the backbench
make the life you've lived worthwhile
in a city blanketed with revolution
and none of us can even stand still
let it rain all day on our asshole parade
'cause we're smiling still
count your bruises one by one and laugh it off
and stick around down here with us
don't go living life inside those quotations
look to your friends for your inspiration
chicago rooftops will take me away from the ugly city
where every palm tree dies and the world is burning alive
and none of us can even stand still
let it rain all day on our asshole parade
'cause we're smiling still
count your bruises one by one and laugh it off
and stick around down here with us
count your bruises one by one and laugh it off
count your bruises one by one and laugh it off