Lyric Grant Hart

I can t cry, I can t apply a word to sum it up
Under stress I can t repress the moment it erupts
Hear the sound of paper drums and shredded paper voice
Got to turn up Keep Hanging On as if I had a choice

Prairie fires and pitchfork choirs inspire as they create
Turn it up, It s too far down, until we can relate
Minnesota New Day Rising first day in the store
Take the couch at someone s house and wait around to score

Nervous children making millions: you owe it all to them
Power trios with big-ass deals: you opened for it then
I can see, I can see, I can see it all with my one good eye
For a start take two Grant Harts and call me when you die