Red Engines

Monsters at work behind the birds as they chirp.
So many voices going all at once it's hard to make out the words
I'm going into town and I'm not selling for
less than Im worth.

Judge me by the cover
Bet you'll get hit with the book

So many looks
I'm getting
Gains and traction
From the miles I'm climbing
uphill and it's an old hill to die on
but I'm sure you that you would.
And you will.

It's an old tale of
Same old
Same old.
Always was on the
wrong side of the tracks
As I bet you are
Still