We're the fugitives of American portions   Caught on the sleeves, yesterday's conquered   From the fresh cut grass out on the interstate   Where the wheels keep on rolling   Till we've sealed our fate      Tinsel & sawdust, who's gonna give you up?      So here's a guitar that you use to strum   You never got very far but you could still sing along   The oblique pastiche of childhood memories   Has got you down on your knees   You know you can't escape these things      Tinsel & sawdust, who's gonna give you up?   It's not who you are, it's just what you've become      Skies fold into roads, we've been gone for days   Feeling more at home when I'm this far away   Flip the cassette of the mixed tape you made   Light up a joint, let our souls catch some rays      Tinsel & sawdust, I'm gonna give you up   It's not who you are, it?s just what we've become   Tinsel & sawdust, tinsel & sawdust