Rays song:
My Heroes Have Always Been Traitors:
I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a traitor,
Lovin' the traitor ways.
Pursuin' the life of my dirty rotten heroes,
I burned up my childhood days.
I learned all the rules of the modern-day Trotskyist,
Don't you hold on to nothin' too long.
Just take what you need from the innocents, then leave them,
With the words of a sad funeral song.
My heroes have always been Traitors.
And they still are, it seems.
Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of,
Themselves and their evil lovin' ways.
Traitors are special with their own brand of misery,
From being inhuman too long.
You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare,
Knowin' well your best days are gone.
Pickin' up hookers instead of my pen,
I let the words of my years fade away.
Old worn-out slogans, an 'old worn-out memories,
With no one and no place to stay.
My heroes have always been Traitors.
And they still are, it seems.
Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of,
Themselves and their slow-movin' campaigns. |
