Disbelief when they got grifted for the prize
Young and gifted
Sifted through the grave for a taste of danger
Got washed away on a way-stranger wave
See fairer way to discount the nature
Count yer coffins, shaft your pallbearers

All’s fair in all areas
If you’re not all there when I’m all in
I’ll sing through gritted teeth
If someone beat you to it, nah, nah
It’s just grifter’s grief

Grifter’s grief
But how you coping?
Grifter’s grief
You’re dealing with grifter’s grief
Grifter’s grief
Choking on your own tears
Grifter’s grief, grifter’s grief, grifter’s grief

While I sleep beneath an ancient tree that looms over the heath
With a head of empty threats, lay on a bed of stolen dog teeth
As our prayers all turn to begging when beholden to a sun
That left us sowing seeds for summer down the barrel of a gun

I forgot that Armageddon stops at the mercy of the chief
So taste the tears and prosper or obliterate your grief

Grifter’s grief, grifter’s grief, grifter’s grief, grifter’s grief
Grifter’s grief, grifter’s grief, grifter’s grief

(Will we fight them on the beaches for the bleaching of the reef?)
(Those sweet creatures of the deep)

Grifter’s grief
But how you coping?
Grifter’s grief
You’re dealing with grifter’s grief
Grifter’s grief
Choking on your own tears
Grifter’s grief, grifter’s grief, grifter’s grief (ah-ah)

Grifter’s grief

Grifter’s grief
Grifter’s grief
Grifter’s grief
Grifter’s grief, grifter’s grief, grifter’s grief
Do you like being mad?
I don’t like being mad, but
I suppose everybody gets mad once in a lifetime

Hence, they determine to abandon themselves
To the stream of fear
And perhaps we’re surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow realm it was

It was rust and rags
But we got that scrap dream glowing
Swore we were throwing a wrench into the gadget age
It was smoke and mirrors
Could’ve laughed at that tin joke forever
I’m sorry you’ll never risk living such a pretty lie (such a pretty lie)

Would you have tried that?
Think you could’ve pulled it off?
Okay, start with something simple like

Go make the weather
Go pull the stars closer in
Go make the weather
Go race light, go build the wind

Now it’s black and white
Now my golden and green’s turning grayer
But we were the players and old enough to act like kids
It was bait and switch
Just seven minutes in heaven
But we called it even to even have it last that long (such a pretty lie)

Are you gonna try that?
Well, maybe you can pull it off
Ever entertain the thought you might

Go make the weather
Go pull the stars closer in
Go make the weather
Go race light, go build the wind

Go make the weather
Go pull the stars closer in
Go make the weather
Go race light, go build the wind

Go make the weather
Go pull the stars closer in
Go make the weather
Go race light, go build the wind

Go make the weather
Go pull the stars closer in
Go make the weather
Go race light, go build the wind

Go make the weather
Go pull the stars closer in
Go make the weather
Go race light, go build the wind