Fallen Apostles
Mystic
Cowboys
He
builds houses for generals
Who
lay around in the sun
My
sister is a waitress
For
white collar kings
They
stare at her tattoos, body piercings and rings
And
just because she’s flat broke
They
think she has nothing to say
They
don’t know where she’s coming from
But
she’s coming anyway
My
uncle drives a semi rig
A
million miles a year
Him
and my aunt they drop me off
A
couple blocks from here
They
have to run night and day
With
very little sleep
The
banker man will take that truck
The
payments are so steep
And
just because he’s flat broke
They
think he has nothing to say
They
don’t know where he’s coming from
But
he’s coming anyway
I
played downtown to the black and blue
And
them that live on the streets
Lord
knows that they don’t tip so well
But
they clap and stomp their feet
So
I took my music up the hill
To
see if they’d open the gate
A
man with a billion dollar smile
Said
this is what radio hates
Said
this is what radio hates
Just
because I’m flat broke
They
think I have nothing to say
They
don’t know where I’m coming from
But
I’m coming anyway
They
don’t know where I’m coming from
But
I’m coming anyway