Maybe I'm not some chosen one

But damnit I'm my father's son

And that's something I'm pretty proud to be.

The colder days have drawn their guns

The warmer days are on the run

And I hate that I'm stuck right in between.

I'll turn my grey skies blue

Just trying to be like you.

Goin top down in that old mercedes

Music loud, go ahead and hate me

Spare the nickel I'll just keep the dime.

Find ways to cut the fat

Hot coffee and a trident pack

Damnit it's so good to be alive.

Heroes come to save a mess

You sewed the holes inside my chest

And found a way to soak up all the stains.

Got all my anger bottled up

A drop away to fill that cup

But any more and I might go insane.

Oh I'll turn my grey skies blue

Just trying to be like you.

Goin top down in that old mercedes

Music loud, go ahead and hate me

Spare the nickel I'll just keep the dime

Find ways to cut the fat

Hot coffee and a trident pack

Damnit it's so good to be alive.

Damnit it's so good to be alive.