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Lyingâs in the family, same with secrecy
Battlinâ designs so deep that
I lost a finger to my mother
When we played a game...cards and hearts and cash
Not a scratch ticket in sight...
To name a few 50 dollars here wonât make a difference
When I go out hunting, I could find on two
Creeper creeper...lagoon
So Iâm wading stumps and stamps
Collection to the brim
Keepinâ up
Iâm collectinâ dead men, as we speak
Sweet as bourbon pie
Oh I wish the wind would grab this swirlinâ tail of mine
Whip that silly sapling till the clock chimed
I donât even know that my bluesâ gone black
The only thing I knowâs this silly white girlâs track
I coulda been the mother coulda been the best
But Iâm only sleepinâ in a bed I made long ago
Itâs a blue and black one
Even though itâs already scorched to the bone
Cause those are my colors of sadness those are my colors
Iâm regardinâ trees, have you peeped any recently
I heard 'em say weâre an assinine race,
Washin' our faces in turpentine,
Eatinâ off of plates washed over with mines I got a life?
Resistinâ decay that just comes with life,
Part of the package
Resistinâ decay that
Comes... with... life... too...quiet... for... me
Keepinâ up my accent helps to make it all
Secret to the bone
Really keepinâ this from failin'
Cause I care to hard for to laken it together
If only I could be as sweet and sincere
Keepinâ up with friends and family dear
I made a call to an old friend who didnât seem
To happy to hear from me
So maybe iâm a mother, maybe iâm lost
Could it be that I ainât so nice to be around
Itâs not your friends that keep you in line itâs your
Family that drives you out of your mind
I gotta keep up with Mr. Jones
And a Devil who eats my brotherâs bones
When I find him Iâll make him wait
As long as my very first date
- Album:
- The Orchard
- 5 Song EP
- 5 Song
- Fire on Fire