Punch Drunk Paroles

equals three sheets to the wind
can't remember when it started
don't know where that it ends

and there's never a dull day
when you're beaten by nonfiction
God still reads the headlinesthe front page hope is missing

working away on a rebuilt freeway
straight away from the slash and burn cities
hindsight is there
on a roadsign pointed nowhere
no one gets off here
no way to slow down
there's peace of mind somewhere
for every someone that never thinks about it

and there's never a dull day
when you're beaten by nonfiction
God still reads the headlineswe're all listening just sitting here punch drunk, all the wiser