Here In The Fan Lyrics - Singles - Army Of Freshmen

down at the truck stop where angel works 

serving the bean god to flannel jerks 

she's home to her couch ridden heavyweight champ 

he kisses his wife with aluminum bats 

princess of waitresses left there to hide 

under a portrait of Jesus' eyes 

two holy eyes they hang from the wall 

two holy eyes still nobody saw 

days go by, here in the fan I'm fine 

falling off blades sometimes, landing on lies 

crouched in a hallway made safe by the screen 

covering vowels up with Vogue magazine 

I touched her hand, asked for her name 

smiled through a tear drop, she said ashamed 

and every day since the bells chime regret 

a fool at the counter, worshipping checks 

parades catch on fire, we're all born 

twenty years later the blanket is torn 

days go by, here in the fan I'm fine 

falling off blades sometimes, landing on lies 

now we're back at my vigil on route 43 

they'll be NO MORE DREAMS 

scream at the black birds and Auld Lang Syne 

he broke the necklace of Ana Ng 

days go by, here in the fan I'm fine 

falling off blades sometimes, landing on lies 

days go by, here in the fan I'm fine 

falling off blades sometimes, landing on lies 

landing on lies, landing on lies, landing on lies