Shippensberg Lyrics - Volume Two - Cky

You know what makes me happy 

The things that make you sad 

The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag 

I found my indecision 

The product of the media grime 

The feel that I control have you press rewind 

And now I'm on the wings 

Hoping that you'll hear 

Don't bother to respond 

You love to hear me again 

And when the sun beams down all of your lies 

Close, close, yeah close the light 

The sky's all grey in the barracks I know I'm a lousy hero 

The classic act of feeling is that of a memory 

And you are peering down through parascopic eyes 

Close, close, yeah close (conscience) 

I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid 

We'll drive the band to shippensberg and hope that we get played 

And in the end of a season the voices turn it all off 

The things that were so meaningless 'til the next one comes along 

I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid 

We'll drive the band to shippensberg and hope that we get played