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Go Home
03:38
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I wanna tell you something now that I'm grown
all the years of running made me wanna go home
But it's gone, I've got nowhere to go.
I'm just passing the time with a glass of wine, taking it slow.
Past my prime, pickled in brandy brine, growing old.
These tracks lead nowhere but your inevitable end
No adventure's gonna save you when your days are all spent
You're gonna pick up where you left off, lonely and desperate
then Death is gonna get you when you least expect it,
go home.
God damn I miss mama, my childhood bed
Home cooked dinners before daddy was dead
He was strong, much stronger than me.
He minded business of his own, until the sickness took a hold
but so it goes.
The mighty always fall, misfortune chases us all
I'm getting slow.
I don't wanna travel, sure don't wanna stick around
Keep working hard for nothing 'til they put me in the ground
I'm so tired, my light's gone dim.
I'm just circling this earth, I've been hurting since birth
Living for sin.
Until no one remembers my name, I'll let the insufferable pain
settle in.
Mama was a lover, Daddy was a hard working man
Mama was a lover, she tried to understand
why I was born with a bottle and a lit cigarette in my hand
She tried to raise a Christian, but the devil had himself another plan
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Gutters or Gallows
04:02
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even the good can be guilty of being gluttonous and filthy
and going for greed to the gallows
their grimace does fade when their ill-gotten gain turns to gold
in graves dug so shallow
society's ills have been frightfully instilled
and for that I presume no one honest
I wish nobody well and I'll see them in hell
when I fall prey to the fate I was promised
we panic and beg while they laugh and they spit
it's gutters or gallows, cease and desist
too poor for warfare just balling our fists
it's gutters or gallows, starve or resist
the cruel and rich gave us gruel and grit
but to settle for such felt so foolish I quit
there's a wall between classes and we laid the brick
we clamor and climb til we're tired and sick
if gold buys glory and i never thrive
it's the end of my story and will to survive
but if freedom and smiles are things you can buy
start boiling the royalty employing the divide
my lust for indulgence now tightens its grip
few words of kindness depart from my lips
this apocalyptic rottenness has taught us all of risk
my stomach and pockets are bottomless pits
my words will at last turn to gurgles and gasps
I'll squirm and collapse, turn purple and pass
more than just hunger from my guts will grow
green grassy gables where my flesh decomposed
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