We're all fugitives Of American portions Got only sleeves N yesterday's calling card From fresh cut grass Out on the interstate Where wheels keep on runnin Til we sealed our fate Tinsel and sawdust who's gonna give you up? So here's your guitar That you used to strum You never got very far You could still sing along The oblique pastich and childhood memories Has got you down on your knees You know you can't escape these things Tinsel and sawdust Who's gonna give you up It's not who you are It's just what you've become. Sky's folding the roads We've been gone for days Feeling more at home But not in this vile way Flip the cassette Of the mix tape you made Light up a joint Let our souls catch some rays Tinsel and sawdust i'm gonna give you up It's not who you are It's just what we've become Tinsel and sawdust Tinsel and sawdust