With Your Two Hands

You built a house with your two hands, you built a fire down in the sand,
you drive no matter where we go
I tried but it’s so hard to get my mother to discard
I wash the smell of camping from our clothes
Fools will die alone
Way down that desert road you turned away we go up
we went like feathers in the wind
He keeps his options open all the girls he wants are spoken for we’re gonna
watch the world fold in
Fools will die alone
Fools will die alone
Fools will die alone
Fools
Oh, you’re talkin' shit but you ain’t sayin' nothin' real
You got a knack for burnin' bridges down
You point and shoot with no precision
Quit your job for television
Now you’re fucking me around
Fools will die alone
Fools will die alone
Fools will die alone
Fools
It’s a race to the death baby, don’t make this harder than it is
It’s a race to the death yeah, i don’t like the fire you play with
Way down that desert round you turned away we go up we went like feathers in
the wind
Fools
Fools
Fools will die alone
Fools
It’s a race to the death baby, don’t make this harder than it is
It’s a race to the death yeah, i don’t like the fire you play with