Текст песни My Life As A Typo

If we're still breathing when this river invades our
lungs, I'll save a bullet for you.
Our insecurities lay naked on a bed ripe for a bashing.
This is my burden and my crippled legs,
can't run away from this. In this suit and tie,
I hang myself from this nylon noose with polyester
pride. Bleed me dry; for I am a dollar sign.One Dead Three Wounded - My Life As A Typo - http://ru.motolyrics.com/one-dead-three-wounded/my-life-as-a-typo-lyrics.html
(And growing old is dying slow) My Green eyes in the
limelight. (And growing old is dying slow.
) Not every cowboy rides on into the sun.
Some of them stay home and die young.
So....Leave me, my love, as the dead leaves fade into
dirt. Leave me, my love, for I am not worth fightin