Readymade Lyrics

Readymade

An open road where I can breathe 
Where the lowest low is comin to me 
I can pull myself back up back down 
Stuck together like a readymade 
And nobody knows where we been 
Cancelled rations are running thin 
Watches tick out of tune 
Falling apart like a readymade 
And my bags are waiting In the next life 
Rubbish piles fresh and plain 
Empty boxes in a pawn shop brain 
License plates stowaway 
Standing in line like a readymade 
And my bags are waiting in the next life 
An open road where I can breathe 
Where the lowest low is comin to me 
I can pull myself back up back down 
Stuck together like a readymade 
And my bags are waiting in the next life