Fax Machine Letra

Listening to that same old mixtape, my friend.
The one that starts and ends
With odds and ends and a dumb dance song,
As a troubled name with a subtle way
Is saying that she thinks that I'm handsome.
As shuttles crash and buildings fall
And diseases fly on airplanes,
I wonder where the romance has gone,
[???]
I want to build you a house,
In the country, with the son of Michael Landon,
But I want to protect my couch,
And my collection of rusty handguns.
It's as tough as nails, as tough as tigers,
as tough as tricky shots.
But I believe the dreams of my father,
It's the only dreams that I've got.
I've never seen the top,
Give me a good, solid lay of the land,
But I guess a guess is just a guess,
And the first step to finding the facts at hand.
I hate the bleeding hearts and hard-heads
As much as the nervous man hates the taste of a stutter.
You know what they say: in the land of the blind
The man with one eye's on every tabloid cover.
It's not a case of me vs. the others,
1,000 monkeys vs. man,
Before the Lord lays me down to sleep,
I pray that you'll understand.
I need my room to breathe,
My own private patch of dirt,
Where I can raise my sheep and make my beats
And teach my kids to curse.
I need a sandwich, and a hammock,
But not a butler or a [???]
Just a couple friends to watch my back
But never watch over my shoulder.
It's as pretty as a picture,
And it stands alone without a frame,
That's why it sits all silent inside my wallet
Waiting for you to see my dreams.