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The Bigger Lights

Never Mistake A Suit For A Friend

Is there anybody out there alive or dead?

This heaven’s looking like a ghost town baby, black and red

I’m an artist with a shotgun in a dark, dark room

With a chip on my shoulder and nothing left to lose

I square dance with the dead

The pretty little liars all attend

Are we mice? Are we men?

Until the sun comes out again

I’ve been writing my confession, I’ve been keeping score

I was always just a point shy from changing the world

I’m pushing down the fast track baby; silently, dangerously

I’m just a dreamer with a matchbook and a little kerosene

I square dance with the dead

The pretty little liars all attend

Are we mice? Are we men?

Until the sun comes out again

I square up for the bull fight

Between the beauty and black ties

God knows it’s a fight we just can’t win

So never mistake a suit for a friend

Who are we? We are more than the enemy

Red hands with a mic and a ministry

Hands up! Lights out!

Who are we? We’re the spark that you want to be

Red hands with a mic and a ministry

Hands up! Lights out now!

I square dance with the dead

The pretty little liars all attend

Are we mice? Are we men

Until the sun comes out again?

I square up for the bull fight

Between the beauty and black ties

God knows it’s a fight we just can’t win

So never mistake a suit for a friend