Lyrics

This old guitar case doesn't age at the edge of my bed
Haven't opened it in days and start to hate myself for it
But I just can't keep from running out of red
Every time I go and paint this town again

There was bourbon on my breath when I said everything's alright
But I was scared to death and I know it won't be the last time
Now I got my daylight beat right back into me that night
And I've got this funny feeling that it won't be the last time

All across this western world hell's breaking loose
Our American hearts no longer scar before they bruise

I've been a creature of bad habit always been a bitch to break
Sewn patches on jean jackets everybody's just itching for an escape
We're all wandering backwards and learning from drunkards and saints
Just cut me a bottle in a bible and I swear that I'll rattle a cage

All across this western world hell's breaking loose
Our American hearts no longer scar before they bruise
We'll push our luck but we'll always pay our dues
Our American hearts no longer scar before they bruise