Cory Branan The No-Hit Wonder Lyrics

Years of living
Blood your string
Years of living
Hand to mouth
Years just getting
Kicked again
East to west
North to south
He coulda been making a killing
Peddling a dream
But if you found him at all
You found him just scraping a living bloody string

Sing a song for the no-hit wonder
Though it isn't one of his
He'd sing Shovel Me Under
Boys, it is what it
It is what it is

He broke free from the way they raised him
He knows a heart is hell enough
And never full
He never sang, the music would save him He knows never trust an Evangelical
He say you wanna know what true love feels like
It's the next best thing to death It feels like after an elbowed windpipe
Just before the next breath
Just before the next breath
So where's your next breath

Sing a song for the no-hit wonder
Though it isn't one of his
He'd sing Shovel Me Under
Boys, it is what it
It is what it is

But at night he can hear the fireworks
From his tunnel underground
And he carved himself a little crawlspace
Just lay his body down
Just to hide from the sound
To the thunder under town

So sing a song for the no-hit wonder
Though it isn't one of his
He'd sing Shovel Me Under
Boys, it is what it
It is what it is