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Rebels & Brass
by The Arden Room
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To recreate the setting with a bit of truth
Would be to turn my back on all the half-assed rules I made this week
'Cause I chucked a bottle at the wall in punishment
Cleaning up the mess I made in silence
I noticed things were bent in our favor again
The rusted man was rolling down the hill towards town
As a violet-stained falsetto made its way around his memory
As every lovely birthday came and went
It wasn't till he scored some pills and sent a letter to her
Now I see more religion in the bus stop deeds I witness
little pleasant people creasing papers they read but don't wanna
In a humid Cleveland morning they fall asleep
In a humid Cleveland morning they fall asleep with their papers and pens
Thumbing through the pages he tears one out
He don't wanna be reminded of the brilliant now
Grateful as he swallows the water from his glass
Padded like a helmet
The rider don't talk about rebels and brass
Grateful as he swallows the water from his glass
Padded like a helmet
The rider don't talk about rebels and brass
Padded like a helmet
The rider don't talk about rebels and brass
Rebels and brass
Rebels and brass
Rebels and brass
Rebels and brass
To recreate the setting with a bit of truth
Would be to turn my back on all the half-assed rules I made this week
'Cause I chucked a bottle at the wall in punishment
Cleaning up the mess I made in silence
I noticed things were bent in our favor again
The rusted man was rolling down the hill towards town
As a violet-stained falsetto made its way around his memory
As every lovely birthday came and went
It wasn't till he scored some pills and sent a letter to her
Now I see more religion in the bus stop deeds I witness
little pleasant people creasing papers they read but don't wanna
In a humid Cleveland morning they fall asleep
In a humid Cleveland morning they fall asleep with their papers and pens
Thumbing through the pages he tears one out
He don't wanna be reminded of the brilliant now
Grateful as he swallows the water from his glass
Padded like a helmet
The rider don't talk about rebels and brass
Grateful as he swallows the water from his glass
Padded like a helmet
The rider don't talk about rebels and brass
Padded like a helmet
The rider don't talk about rebels and brass
Rebels and brass
Rebels and brass
Rebels and brass
Rebels and brass
