Colors Run

<p>[Verse 1]<br/>Everybody wanna change the world<br/>But nobody ever changed this town<span><br/>Tell yourself you&#x27;re gonna rise above it<span><br/>Until the<span> blacktop pulls you down<br/><br/>We got blue veins til they hit the knife<br/>And we don&#x27;t change who we are<br/>We got blue veins til they hit the knife<br/>And they bleed red, bleed red<span><br/><br/>[Chorus]<br/>Why can&#x27;t I be more?<br/>I don&#x27;t wanna fight my Father&#x27;s wars<span><br/>Nothing comes easy where I come from<br/>So we sweat it out in the concrete sun<span><br/>Til the colors run<span><br/>[Verse 2]<br/>I&#x27;ve seen the story play out before<br/>Old men, they just fade away<br/>And we become what our fathers were<br/>Like soldiers following the orders<span><br/>Put it on the shoulders of the family name<br/>It&#x27;s who we are<br/><br/>We got blue veins til they hit the knife<br/>And they bleed red, bleed red<span><br/><br/>[Chorus]<br/>Why can&#x27;t I be more?<br/>I don&#x27;t wanna fight my Father&#x27;s wars<span><br/>Nothing comes easy where I come from<br/>So we sweat it out in the concrete sun<span><br/>Til the colors run<span><br/><br/>[Bridge]<br/>Maybe it&#x27;s like Axel spins it:<br/>You hate it, you hate it, and then one day you miss it<br/>Find yourself coming back to old divisions<br/>While your cinder block dream sleeps with the fishes<br/>Thought it had wings, you thought you could fly<br/>But nobody flies on the south side<br/>You&#x27;re just born here and then you die<br/>Loyal to the oil in the blacktop sky<br/><inread-ad></inread-ad>Or maybe it&#x27;s like Joni says it<br/>Nothing is written boy, nothing is set<br/>There&#x27;s something brave about staying with it<br/>And making beauty out of all this shi...<br/><br/>But I&#x27;m a long way from going the distance<br/>Feels more like dying by inches<br/>All the wishes, and the misses<br/>The poverty of indifference<span><br/><br/>[Chorus]<br/>Why can&#x27;t I be more?<br/>I don&#x27;t wanna fight my Father&#x27;s wars<span><br/>Nothing comes easy where I come from<br/>So we sweat it out in the concrete sun<span><br/>Til the colors run<span>