7th Avenue Static Lyrics - Singles - Firewater

Wear the crown made of thorns on the day I was born 

By the light of a cold television 

And I remember the boss in his uniform 

As he marched from the field of vision 

Well he didn't come home and it was just us alone 

The brat and the widowed civilian 

Then one April night after Ma took her life 

I fell down the street to oblivion 

And I took what the dumpsters were giving 

And I did my best to survive 

'Cause I figured that life's for the living 

While you're alive 

While you're alive 

Bring out the gin and the small violins 

I'm a raging success as a failure 

And it's colder than hell in this cardboard hotel 

Which I share with a chronic embezzler 

So I beat my retreat down collister street 

To one of my holy places 

And they tangled my wings with wire and string 

But I'm spinning in a whirlpool of faces 

And I'll take what the dumpsters are giving 

And I'll do my best to survive 

'Cause I still think that life's for the living 

Yes I still think that life's for the living 

And I'll take what the dumpsters are giving 

And I'll pray every night to St. Giles 

But I still think that life's for the living 

At least for a while 

At least for a while