Beacon Soul Lyrics - Son Volt

Hopeless heroes beat this clap-trap haven 

Rats are bigger than the noise, this generation 

Who the hell is Tod Jones anyway? 

Society's bombs on a cafeteria trail 

The only thing is the brain is split 

The smiles to stares to faceless shit 

We walk off the shop to a beacon soul breathing 

But they had to guess eternal life 

Has to believe in traditions recently 

We turn a blind eye to the monkey child bleeding 

Working to fight off disease 

Meet the clock saviors passing on the street 

Cover creations without sounds 

[Incomprehensible] ruthless, stumbling around 

Darlings of deceit, [Incomprehensible] 

Reverse the flow of negative energy