Benjamin Tod - Cannon Fodder lyrics
[Benjamin Tod - Cannon Fodder lyrics]
Bloodstains on my collar powders
On my dollars
Filthy haze and something strange
Stuck beneath my skin
I miss the past and your sweet
Laugh ringing from the holler
Oh but what a waste to dream and
Chase for we are cannon fodder
Oh how we all pretend
Although we know not a soul will
Be there in the end
It's funny how a bottle feels
Closer than a friend
Never holds back and always gives in
Who you are now is a warm and distant feeling
Keeps my ears ringing like a
Gunshot on the porch
In our prime we both may
Find something to believe in
But it's curing time and
My last dime's gonna
Put me through the ceiling
Oh how we all pretend
Although we know not a soul will
Be there in the end
It's funny how a bottle feels
Closer than a friend
Never holds back and always gives in
On my dollars
Filthy haze and something strange
Stuck beneath my skin
I miss the past and your sweet
Laugh ringing from the holler
Oh but what a waste to dream and
Chase for we are cannon fodder
Oh how we all pretend
Although we know not a soul will
Be there in the end
It's funny how a bottle feels
Closer than a friend
Never holds back and always gives in
Who you are now is a warm and distant feeling
Keeps my ears ringing like a
Gunshot on the porch
In our prime we both may
Find something to believe in
But it's curing time and
My last dime's gonna
Put me through the ceiling
Oh how we all pretend
Although we know not a soul will
Be there in the end
It's funny how a bottle feels
Closer than a friend
Never holds back and always gives in