Hi guys. Here’s the lyrics for the newest falcon song. The album, Gather Up the Chaps comes out March 18 on Red Scare. The tour starts early april and shows are starting to sell out, so don’t snooze. Go here and click on tour dates to see where we’re gonna be. Then, head HERE to listen. Use the words below to sing. Cool times. Love y’all. xoxoxo
The Fighter. The Rube. The Asshole
Depressed and he sings about whiskey
deranged and he’s covered in flies
the girls get their bindles delivered from boys on their bikes
and i don’t believe in anyone
and you’re not as hard as you say
you aren’t dying or soaking your soul
boy, you don’t know shit about shame
you are a beautiful man with guitar covered in glory and love
you’ve never shaken and barfed in your bed even once
I don’t believe you’re a fighter
I don’t believe you’re a rube.
I don’t believe in nothing you’re trying to prove
I’m up here dying with headfulls of pills,
fingers of rubber a heartful of chills.
Somewhere something’s on fire and somewhere a boy’s ’bout to die
somewhere down in a rathole, they’re praying to come up alive
but this is the part where the pretty ones laugh while they’re pretending to cry
so bang on your drum and raise up your arms to the only god you’ve ever known.
but stay the fuck out of my alley. This is my home.
You ain’t nothing but an asshole