Rager Lyrics - Lagwagon

Proceeds, who's in? 

Who wants a piece of him? 

So many articles to choose from 

Comrade, artiste 

A taste for evidence 

Hold on to articles of faith 

Once worth nothing that something touches who you want to be 

Baggage embodies no one (He is gone) 

Intrinsic to only one (He is gone) 

Belongings don't define us 

Keepsake, fingerprint, scrapbook, record of death 

'gonna be there 

They have to see you pay respects 

Breathe in, breathe out, random, random, random 

Who are these fucking idiots? 

Come on I'm writing you 

I know this role is tearing you apart 

Large numbers can't console you (He is gone) 

Don't let the guilt control you (He is gone) 

The anger has consumed you 

Ranting, regret, enrage, screaming next...