Lyrics Too High for West 7th - The LongShots

We're the patrons saints of keeping it straight
The pressure inside the fault line
Face to face with the modern age
That forgot how good it tastes
To mean every word you say
Like a tectonic plate
Slipping into place
Steady as an earthquake
Like the guard at the gate
Who's begging stay away
To make sure that the blade
Stays far away from those of us here in this state
Man let's be real
This ain't no big deal
At least it ain't to me
Gonna make my amends
Gonna sleep in the chair
I'm a 2 high 47 street
Come on
Everything I need I'm gonna take for free
Ain't like it's a secret
The blinds across the street
They've been watching me
Taking notes in keep
Pendulous blood from my enemies
We drove until the desert met the hill
Where I could find some sleep
2 High 47 street
I'm a 2 high 47 street