With Your Two Hands

You built a house with your two hands, you built a fire down in the sand, you drive no matter where we go
 I tried but it's so hard to get my mother to discard
 I wash the smell of camping from our clothes
 Fools will die alone
 Way down that desert road you turned away we go up
 we went like feathers in the wind
 He keeps his options open all the girls he wants are spoken for we're gonna watch the world fold in
 Fools will die alone
 Fools will die alone
 Fools will die alone
 Fools
 Oh, you're talkin' shit but you ain't sayin' nothin' real
 You got a knack for burnin' bridges down
 You point and shoot with no precision
 Quit your job for television
 Now you're fucking me around
 Fools will die alone
 Fools will die alone
 Fools will die alone
 Fools
 It's a race to the death baby, don't make this harder than it is
 It's a race to the death yeah, i don't like the fire you play with
 Way down that desert round you turned away we go up we went like feathers in the wind
 Fools
 Fools
 Fools will die alone
 Fools
 It's a race to the death baby, don't make this harder than it is
 It's a race to the death yeah, i don't like the fire you play with