Todd Clouser: Music

Robert is tired from draggin his heart around
Hes the slowest boy in town
Hands on the bar saying heaven was just a lie
Kid’s got a dirty mouth

Somebody tell me how I should feel

Oh oh oh and the radios dead to me
Oh oh oh I got to get us away

He put a dollar out for the jukebox and cigarettes
Only a quarter of song came out
Selling God and love, begin his money’s spent
The same words from different mouths

Won’t you tell me how I should feel

Oh oh oh the readios dead to me
Oh oh oh I got to get us away

Em F Dm G x2

Chorus --- stop time on 2nd F

C Am F C
C Am G


C Am F G x…..

Oh and you become what you sell
You can curse it to hell
But its written in stone

Oh and we speak what we hear
We are bound in fear
Of missing it all

Oh and the stories we tell
Need their heroes and, well
Some things that cant be sold

Oh we’ve gone falling asleep
Our knees burnt and weak
Do as we’re told