Picking Up Cigarettes at a Different Gas Station by Tungsten Lungs Lyrics

American rattail
English gums
Come on, spit it out now
You’re prone to
Sense of direction gone
All that you had
A fine China cabinet
Filled with rust

And all it took was just a single word
The pack don’t follow far behind the wounded

Are you afraid of the dark
Your eyes don’t follow
The road into the night
Into the Sunoco
American spirit
Restless macho
Convince yourself that all of it was worth it

And all it took was just a single word
The pack don’t follow far behind the wounded
So just let it go
Just let me go
Just let it go
The one thing you were never good at