Letra da Música Kentucky Is A Revolution de End Of A Year

We’re stuffing rocks in our pockets
In our made march to shore

At home, cleaning our guns
And fraying our chords

We blame it all on bad luck
As we pray for the worst

We pin it all on each other
But we’re our own curse

What keeps the sunshine from hitting our brains?
What keeps us all so focused on pain?

I’ve been punching the clock
I’ve been doing my time

I’ve been the cause of it all
I’ve turned my voice to a whine

What keeps the sunshine from hitting our brains?
What keeps us all so focused on pain?
What keeps the sky a perpetual gray?
What make this life the thing in our way?

I enjoy bitching
Way more than trying

I figure ‘failure hurts’
So I’ll succeed at just dying

I’m hedging my bets
But I’ll venture a guess
That this is the only life we get
But it’s not worth the stress

What keeps the sunshine from hitting our brains?
What keeps us all so focused on pain?
What keeps the sky a perpetual gray?
What makes this life the thing in our way?

Explanation: So easy to let things overwhelm you. But, call me simple, I don’t think life is that bad. It’s not what we expected, but there’s a lot of joy here too. Hard to see sometimes I guess.