Beecher's Fault Matchstick Kings Lyrics

We are the kids that are making things
We are the kids they call us Matchstick Kings
Build it up, build it in a hole
We are the kids that will never get old.

And we start over again,
And we start over again.

We are the kids that they never shut up
We live in a house, but we sleep in a truck
Build it up, build it in a hole
We are the kids that will never get old

And we start over again,
And we start over again.

And at the end,
There'll be a round of applause,
We'll take a bow,
And then we'll leave for the halls.
With you.

We are the kids that are making things
We are the kids they call us Matchstick Kings Build it up, build it in a hole
We are the kids that will never get old.

And we start over again,
And we start over and over...

Hands move in circles
Spinning slowly, scratch the surface
It's all because, it's all because.
Mouths making echoes
You can hear words, but they're empty
When you're selling things, you make them numbers
Eyes greet the patrons
Empty glasses, fill up slowly
As they watch it rise, one thousand times.
All that consumes us is the rhythm of the movements
Then we bow our heads,
We bow our heads.