This Town Needs Guns Left Aligned lyrics

Our friends all dressed so smartly
This feels ugly, so wrong
A white box held aloft
Those guys must be so strong
Chase, voice sounding so grave
Tells me out straight he's gone

That's all, short phone call
It's over now
Tie our conscience down
With heavy heads and frowns
Running up the walls

Sick, stressed and old
Regretful of what life could have been
Tired, stretched and thin keep him in
You're rolling off the rails

Lights signal fails, (?)

Of compensation claims
Screeching breaks and loud crashing sounds

It's over now
Tie our conscience down
With heavy heads and frowns

Our friends all dressed so smartly
This feels ugly, so wrong
A white box held aloft
Those guys must be so strong
Chase, voice sounding so grave
Tells me out straight he's gone

So try to move on
But he's helped shape the man that I am now