The No-Hit Wonder Lyrics

Years of living
Blood your string
Years of living
Hand to mouth
Years just getting
Kicked again
East to west
North to south
He coulda been making a killing
Peddling a dream
But if you found him at all
You found him just scraping a living bloody string
Sing a song for the no-hit wonder
Though it isn't one of his
He'd sing Shovel Me Under
Boys, it is what it
It is what it isHe broke free from the way they raised him
He knows a heart is hell enough

And never full
He never sang, the music would save him He knows never trust an Evangelical
He say you wanna know what true love feels like
It's the next best thing to death
It feels like after an elbowed windpipe
Just before the next breath
Just before the next breath
So where's your next breath
Sing a song for the no-hit wonder
Though it isn't one of his
He'd sing Shovel Me Under
Boys, it is what it
It is what it isBut at night he can hear the fireworks
From his tunnel underground
And he carved himself a little crawlspace
Just lay his body down
Just to hide from the sound
To the thunder under townSo sing a song for the no-hit wonder
Though it isn't one of his
He'd sing Shovel Me Under
Boys, it is what it
It is what it is
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