Milky Ways

We were brought up one hit wonder at a time An army of fast cars running down interstate anywhere Blaring our radio anthems Our poets were the gods who fought for the airways Yeah, the hip hop, the soft rock, the grunge, the ska That caught my attention just under the sweet spot And we were brought up on every little let down Starting to find out the honey, the milk Was only as good as what it's compared to And before we knew it the suffering Was thе only thing That could make us legitimate Wе started to tell ourselves "i’ve got as many chances as i've got bones to break Yeah, i've got as many chances as i’ve got bones" And give it up for the ones who are satisfied, yeah And all the pretenders The weekend charlatans and the insecure goddesses And the smiles we twist and then babble back up So pretty so sweet what you find And with every little streetlight We brought the constellations down Singing la, la-da-di, la-da-di, singing la, la-da-di The horizon looks pretty from up on the rooftops