Thanks Given-State Champion

We grew our hair down to our eyes Dancing miles toward the throne But oh sometimes a grave is marked by a milestone And when the time comes to go and rock'n'roll alone I'll march around this town drunk With 'Out Of Step' in my headphones Faking like I'm throwing rocks at cops 'Cause I am too scared to let go Just let go of all I know And there's a day in a month in the year When "Thank you I'm so glad to be here I like all those pictures on your wall" and all that Is what you're supposed to say But hey is it that wrong To just give thanks for a holiday? There's a hole in my chest Where the sunshine don't fit But my heart still works It beats through my shirt like a whip Striking down the bandits and the benedicts Striking them down into the ground Striking them down watching them bleed Calling them bozos making them leave You grew your hair down to your eyes (Why'd you grow your hair down to your eyes?) When you grew your hair down to your eyes Was it for me?