Josh Doyle
Josh Doyle
Josh Doyle
Josh Doyle
Josh Doyle
Josh Doyle
Josh Doyle
Josh Doyle
Josh Doyle
Josh Doyle
Josh Doyle
Josh Doyle
Factory workers spend their nights
Picking fights with the goths and emos
The buses come and the buses go
And the slaves clock-out with all the zeros
The wannabe wives with the white picket lives
Decorate their identical houses
The highlight of this town
Is how the beer makes you fall down
And some of us are lost and some of us are found
And some will drink it all away
I wanna be true and I wanna be pure
Sometimes it doesn't work that way
And we all feel the same in the end
Commiting little treasons, praying to the ceilings
That someone's gonna save us
Someone's gonna save us from the sins, of Middletown
And a father tells his son he won't amount to anyone
'Cause that's what his father used to say
When he was young and drunk
And inside he's as lonely as Judas
Just a stupid grown up kid with a broken heart
And some of us loose and some of us fight
And some of us fight again
I wanna play safe, I wanna keep away
My heart says go all in
And we all bleed the same in the end
Commiting little treasons, praying to the ceilings
That someone's gonna save us
Someone's gonna save us from the sins of Middletown
Middletown, Middletown
We all feel the same oh yeah in the end
We all feel the same
We all feel the same in the end
We all feel the same in the end in Middletown