crows pitch on the lawn screeching a song the inmates wake up and they re pulled to the bars to pine their regrets and their rusting corvettes and the tragedy they once had a part in they said you ruined a life you pissed on a prize it s still pulling your knuckles to your palm you know the devil s not deep no no he s brushing your cheek and hearing him breathe you remember a song just another angel through the clouds and into the ground just another pilot through the clouds and into the ground just another child through the chrome sets out on his own birds shit on your car you re scraping it off do they know who you are don t they know who you are they sing you ruined a life you pissed on a prize still pulling your knuckles to your tie you carry on hunched over your job but you wanna get off and run away from it all and run away from it all you plan your escape at the end of the day you plan your escape you take what you saved and you get on a plane yeah you take what you saved and you start fading away as you re turning the page you start fading away 