Shippensberg – Camp Kill Yourself – letras

You know what makes me happyThe things that make you sadThe feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jagI found my indecisionThe product of the media grimeThe feel that I control have you press rewindAnd now I’m on the wingsHoping that you’ll hearDon’t bother to respondYou love to hear me againAnd when the sun beams down all of your liesClose, close, yeah close the lightThe sky’s all grey in the barracks I know I’m a lousy heroThe classic i can feel is that of a memoryAnd you are peering down through parascopic eyesClose, close, yeah close (conscience)I try to hide the fact that I’m afraidWe’ll drive the band to Shippensberg and hope that we get playedAnd in the end of a season the voices turn it all offThe things that were so meaningless ’til the next one comes alongI try to hide the fact that I’m afraidWe’ll drive the band to Shippensberg and hope that we get played