Shin Splints Songtext
von The Tim Version

There′s a blackbird in the road up ahead
Surefire sign of welcome death for me
Dark wings, black future
And they'll pick the meat clean from my hide
Poke my eyes out, box me up, send home my sun-bleached bones

If you can′t learn to ignore the pain in your legs
Learn to ignore the pain in your lungs
And keep going on and going on to an end that isn't there
To an end that isn't there


Black asphalt stretches on for miles
Built by prisoners working, work crews
But these roads don′t ever go nowhere
Round in circles, all dead ends
No pot of gold or four leaf clover

If you learn to ignore the pain in your legs
Learn to ignore the pain in your lungs
And keep going on and going on to an end that isn′t there
To an end that isn't there

Learn to ignore the pain in your legs
Learn to ignore the pain in your lungs
And keep going on and going on to an end that isn′t there
To an end that isn't there