Fucked Up - Blaze of Glory lyrics

It's all small town hucksters and big city
Thieves trying with all they can
To take the rug from under our
Feet broken down and beaten down
Another day will surely rise what's the
Point in getting up? We
Begin to finally realize
With nothing left to hold onto we're left
Grasping at straws we're looking
For someone to
Love us in spite of our flaws
So our hope hangs on a con man
The kind that will steal our
Souls, promise them to the gods above and
Those down below so they conceptualize
Heaven in our eyes, we can see
It there floating in the air
Blind with faith and hearts devoted we
Can finally see the light smiling
Through another week
Shining in the darkness night but then the
Doubt comes creeping in maybe
They are also wrong
In the foundation comes a crack
No longer our belief
So strong this isn't really news to us
We've known it all along for lack of any
Option better we'll continue to sing the song