| Song | Live It Down |
| Artist | Lagwagon |
| Album | I Think My Older Brother Used To Listen To Lagwagon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| the planer´s lost and all I need | |
| to line my bed with handkerchiefs | |
| to bay my fatigue to build a case | |
| of true love lost and lives erased | |
| to live guilt free in a foretold destiny | |
| he found a hill where he stakes his claim | |
| and he´ll build a house where he´ll | |
| martyr his children | |
| the trees wheeze out the ocean rise | |
| he´s gaining ground in his high-rise | |
| and all proceeds from rewritten history | |
| in fairytales that he still believes | |
| he breathes and thrives and he´s immunized | |
| but he´s paralyzed cause he´s sure to die off | |
| soon running for the middle higher ground but lower | |
| while all the coasts are running off | |
| cold waters boils mother earth´s rage | |
| his house and family have washed away | |
| where was his savior his promised | |
| road he followed every rule they ever sold | |
| he saw his world as a vapor life support | |
| we colonize and we multiply as we | |
| suck it dry yeah we´re sure to die off | |
| live it down live it down livid | |
| live it down |
| the planer s lost and all I need | |
| to line my bed with handkerchiefs | |
| to bay my fatigue to build a case | |
| of true love lost and lives erased | |
| to live guilt free in a foretold destiny | |
| he found a hill where he stakes his claim | |
| and he ll build a house where he ll | |
| martyr his children | |
| the trees wheeze out the ocean rise | |
| he s gaining ground in his highrise | |
| and all proceeds from rewritten history | |
| in fairytales that he still believes | |
| he breathes and thrives and he s immunized | |
| but he s paralyzed cause he s sure to die off | |
| soon running for the middle higher ground but lower | |
| while all the coasts are running off | |
| cold waters boils mother earth s rage | |
| his house and family have washed away | |
| where was his savior his promised | |
| road he followed every rule they ever sold | |
| he saw his world as a vapor life support | |
| we colonize and we multiply as we | |
| suck it dry yeah we re sure to die off | |
| live it down live it down livid | |
| live it down |
| the planer s lost and all I need | |
| to line my bed with handkerchiefs | |
| to bay my fatigue to build a case | |
| of true love lost and lives erased | |
| to live guilt free in a foretold destiny | |
| he found a hill where he stakes his claim | |
| and he ll build a house where he ll | |
| martyr his children | |
| the trees wheeze out the ocean rise | |
| he s gaining ground in his highrise | |
| and all proceeds from rewritten history | |
| in fairytales that he still believes | |
| he breathes and thrives and he s immunized | |
| but he s paralyzed cause he s sure to die off | |
| soon running for the middle higher ground but lower | |
| while all the coasts are running off | |
| cold waters boils mother earth s rage | |
| his house and family have washed away | |
| where was his savior his promised | |
| road he followed every rule they ever sold | |
| he saw his world as a vapor life support | |
| we colonize and we multiply as we | |
| suck it dry yeah we re sure to die off | |
| live it down live it down livid | |
| live it down |