Through Being Punk - Rational Anthem

5am in Italy, I embrace the lack of heat

Think of home back in my bed

Sleep so long feel like I’m dead

Like I’m dead

Though I kick rocks home

With shoes made of stone

Still I try

No more cold floors, no more locked doors

No more blankets made of wood boards

No more fever dreams, no more legal speed

At the edge of disappearing

In a puff of smoke in a sinking boat

Could you help please throw me a rope?

By the time I hit 30 this body might be broke

Broke down

Shooting pains and foreign roads

Waking up in new times zone

Where’d they go the family picket fences tire swings

The grass is always green

Though I kick rocks home

With shoes made of stone

Still I try

No more cold floors, no more locked doors

No more blankets made of wood boards

No more fever dreams, no more legal speed

At the edge of disappearing

In a puff of smoke in a sinking boat

Could you help please throw me a rope?

By the time I hit 30 this body might be broke

(Broke down)

I want warmth I want health

Quit killing time by killing myself

I want strength I want ease

A better reason for a better me

No more cold floors, no more locked doors

No more blankets made of wood boards

No more fever dreams, no more legal speed

At the edge of disappearing

In a puff of smoke in a sinking boat

Could you help please throw me a rope?

By the time I hit 30 this body might be broke

Broke down (I might be)

Broke down (I might be)

Broke down (I might be)

Broke down (I might be)

Broke down