The Years - State Champion

Picture me rolling pastor

When you come stumbling after mine all mine

To put your paws on my old birthday cards and my emeralds

To marry me to the mud or to the sky

You can find me on that cold black bus

Heading up north toward the shitty ol' ugly ol' dirty ol' sea

Sitting next to a girl I might even think was kind of pretty

If I knew her long enough

And she might think the same of me

But I fell asleep dreaming through a gang sign in the glass

Thinking about all the ones I’ve seen with no clothes on

Their faces turn to the faces of my runners fore

Their bodies are thorns on a rose

And the years are statues of pioneers

Once they have dried inside our minds

They’re gong to crumble down our spines

But you can knock the dick off David

And he’s still a friend of mine

So I went swimming through the sewage and the silver

With a heart like a wall like a great big wall

They pointed their fingers and said «Go north to Bethlehem»

Turns out that I was there all along

Just swinging my fist and singing this song

«I remember Carolina, I remember Tennessee»

I remember jumping from trees to shrubs

Pissing off all the flowers and bugs

We weren’t winning but we sure could pretend to be

And you can knock the dick off David

But he’s still a friend to me

And the years are statues of pioneers

Once they have dried inside our minds

They’re gong to crumble down our spines

But you can knock the dick off David

And he’s still a friend of mine

Through the years (yeah they’ve been good to me)

The years (throughout my life throughout)

The years (some gold some wood to me)

The years (that I’m going to leave behind)