Seventeen, working overtime The acting part of a slow decline I was caught in a trance Like a viper advancing Totally over it, down on the corner I wrote my name on a picket sign I’ve had my knife since ‘99 And I have been driving at night with my head in the lights And I'm already gone by the time I got back To the otherside of a big dumb world I found my place, my style unfurled, like a carrier pigeon, the only religion Got me cutting it back to the part on my heart where the roses roam and the crew is game A photograph of an empty frame, I was caught in a moment with a worthy opponent And I’m thumbing my nose on the rose of the thorn Of authority Ah yeah Over and over and over again, I'll know it's time by the time it ends I was shot in the shadows but I'm bleeding for real, when somebody loves you, they water the wheel She saved my ass at the break of dawn, my files in pieces, my money’s gone I was under persuasion, a syndicated occasion On the opening night of the fight for the likes of the allegorical rainbow bright Believe you me, it's an oversight I've been roaming with omens in a paper canoe And i can tell it's a lie by the size of your shoes Yeah, it's only a moment of every time the clothes go up but the stars align You can marry a mission under scary conditions But I’m blowing my horn on the side of the thorn Of authority, ah yeah Yeah I’m blowing my horn on the side of the thorn Of authority, ah yeah Ah yeah Ah yeah