The Classics by Timothy Monger Lyrics

The classics are playing
Inside your throat
The classic ring out again
From the pockets of your coat
Through the village of the dead
Underage and overfed
No one can blame you
For playing the classics all night long

The classics will save
Your wretched life
Maybe once, maybe twice
Some old song will still the knife
And from the shadows of your room
They give you strength to make your move
So who can blame you
For playing the classics all night long

I remember when I first
Heard this song
Giving focus to my rage
Moving stones before it's gone
Maybe you go back there too
Where the muscles of your memory hurt
And who can blame you
For making a classic of this song