Atticus

Don’t be a snow blind lover
Don’t be a roadside diner
It’s no good to be a chemical fire
Like I’ve been

Because when your bed’s a revolving door
It gets too crowded to sleep
And those hand-me-down women
Will just pick your bones clean

And you might get to feeling like shark bait
You might start shopping around for guns
But just keep waiting for that key change
It’ll come

Yeah, it’ll be a mushroom cloud
That blossoms in your gut
And you’ll be a player piano
When that baby blows up

So you’ll let it win
You’ll let it win

And you’ll feel like leveling your childhood home
Yeah, she’ll have you ripping up the country roads
Oh, you’ll be tearing down the funeral home
When she takes hold

’Cause it’s a race to the bottom
It’s all a race to the bottom
And you’ll be neck and neck
Oh, it’ll be effortless
So Lord, I know it’s tough
But if she starts speeding up
Just be a gentleman

Yeah, just let her win
Yeah, just let her win
Oh, just let her win
Oh, just let her win