Fishbone Rivers -songwriter

Lyrics

Ain’t Dyin’

Tied myself to the railroad tracks,
Blazed a fatty and didn’t look back.
I was there when the buildings fell,
Smoke and paper, that burning smell.
My daddy ran when the sirens cried,
Said, “Son, keep running, don’t step inside.”
I love you, babe,
But I can’t keep trying.
I’m walking backwards
On a telephone wire.
And when the books fell off the shelf,
I stopped lying to myself.
Now I may be broken,
Or I may be flying,
But I ain’t dead yet,
And I ain’t dying.

I was on the curb when the ashes lit,
Watched the world burn, I remember it.
And on his ashes I dropped a flame,
Said, “Ain’t no winners in this game.”
They say you’ll crash
If you think for yourself,
But I’m so tired
Of being someone else.
I love you, babe,
But I can’t keep trying.
I’m walking backwards
On a telephone wire.
And when the books fell off the shelf,
I stopped lying to myself.
Now I may be broken,
Or I may be flying,
But I ain’t dead yet,
And I ain’t dying.

Rode for miles
On two flat tires,
Dreams and smoke
And small desires.
The man said,
“Son, you got a knife.”
I said,
“I never told a lie in my life.”
Well, I lost my crown,
Lost my ground,
Feet on fire
And no rest found.
But my mind’s still frying,
And my soul’s still wired,
And I ain’t dead yet,
And I ain’t dying.

I’m ready to work.
I’m ready to stand.
I’m ready to build
With these worn-out hands.
And when the books fell off the shelf,
I stopped lying to myself.
Now I may be broken,
Or I may be flying,
But I ain’t dead yet,
And I ain’t dying.