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To The Man

from True Believers by Max Savage

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To the man
Of compromised ideals
With one hand on my shoulder
Tryin’ to tell me how to feel
There’s no way to be remembered
There’s no way to do it right
When you’re running on a memory
Of how you used to fight
Oh and how you used to show them
Used like a burned out wagon
The kind you see sitting on highways
The kind you remember from the old days
When you’re all out of patience
When you’re sick of sitting round
When it’s high time for my time
When its ride on or die

Won't you raise your sights above this fatal shore
Cos the feeling doesn't matter when you're gone
You were willing but the dream was not for sale
Your money's worthless now
Your money's worthless now

To the rain
that washes my red hands
Like the threat of early compromise
Like when he says he understands
When you’re burned out and bleeding
When you’ve seen it all before
When you’re tired beyond believing
When you’re angry and reformed

And it speaks of empty meaning
When you speak your mind at all
You can’t remember being forthright
You just remember getting old
And then you wake up one day
And the face that stares you down
Is the one in the mirror
Where all the lines meet in your eyes

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from True Believers, released April 9, 2016

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Beloved by fans and relatively unknown beyond their hometown of Adelaide, South Australia, Max Savage and the False Idols have developed a reputation for explosive live performances and thoughtfully assembled recordings over more than a decade of music. ... more

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