Once we were sinners
With heads full of steam
Cruising down the boulevard
Paved with beer-battered broken dreams
We were drifters
Without a clue
We were dumb sinners
With nothing left to lose
Always on the lookout
For poor waving thumbs
To join our wandering brigade
A choir of forgotten souls
And I know, I know, I know that we’re still damned
I know, yeah, I know, nothing works as planned
But I know, I know, we’re always on the move
We’re still sinners with nothing else to prove
And you know, you know, what’s there to save?
Who are you to judge me, to keep me from an early grave?
You don’t know, don’t know, how we’ll make our final stand
You’ll never get how the journey’s our dearest promised land
We were once sinners, drinking up the juice
Tears of sorrow and the last drops of our youth
We live a twisted fairy tale that you’ll never understand
We’ve become forgotten souls with a pretty kickass band
And we know, we know, that we’re free
Of pointless debts, lies, and meritocracy
The road is our home, and that’s just fine with me
We are still sinners, but that’s just how it has to be
We were once sinners
And perhaps we’ll always be
But as least I can stand and say
“At least I get to be me”
Don’t even think of trying to tell us
What it is that we should do
Our caravan is just dandy without you
We are sinners, in this we trust
Never, never perfect
Never, never what you’d like
But always true to me
And we’re all true to us
Written 1-11-2018
