Filters Lyrics

How can you be proud of what you've done?

You'll make your promises but I know you can't keep one

How can you be proud of what you've been?

You'll repent for all your sins and pretend your slate is clean

Why is nothing wholesome anymore?

Guess I'll stay till the day that I go

Leave all emotion at the door

What you said turns me red and makes me sore

Pin you up and cling for years and years

I am here for you in sickness but in health you're in my tears

Why are you with them and not right here?

He's a real nowhere man not knowing where to steer

Why is nothing wholesome anymore?

Guess I'll stay till the day that I go

Leave all emotion at the door

What you said turns me red and makes me sore

The current situation has everyone off-kilter

This city's cigarette butts are smoked down to their filters

The hows and whys of civic life are begging to be answered

So here we are now: lovers, leavers, beggars, crooks and chancers

What are we to do when all our dreams get whisked away?

Say a silent prayer and hope that it'll be okay

For every son and daughter has their individual way

Let circumstance perform its dance then it'll be your day