lyrics
You know that I want you.
And, I don't just want you now
I want you forever,
Like gravity pulling down...
You know what the deal is.
One day we'll be underground.
Oh, let go...hey, girl, let go...
Out on the edges,
Past us indebted fools,
The screen dream bubble
Breaks upon the huddled truth.
Need something for the chaos.
Need something to take the edges off.
Oh, go have fun. Oh, go get the gun.
But, here come the real men,
Carrying on with the real plan.
Dropping the big bomb.
Folding over their big arms.
Spewing them small words
Like spittle over the small earth.
Like no one's saw. We'll kill them all.
It's a lie...
AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY!
AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY!
AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY!
AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY!
AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY!
I can't hate the hatred.
I can't turn the darkness off.
To be right's a cheap high
And works as well when you're wrong.
Give them something to worship, baby,
And place their blame upon.
Oh, by the toe. And so it goes.
Well, I'm implicated.
All of my products reek
Of greed and coercion.
I bought them on credit, cheap.
I don't think about it.
I think about being chic.
Oh, what a deal. Oh, what a steal.
It's three in the morning.
I'm up communing with my screen.
Looking at your photos.
Releasing that dopamine.
Taking the edge off,
And inward the chaos creeps.
Oh, Holy Ghost, bless my unholy glow.
It's a lie...
AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY!
AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY!
AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY!
AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY!
AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY!
AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY!
AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY!
AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY!
AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY!
The sun came up.
A measure of peace fell upon me.
I guess we're all just doing our best…
Whatever that means.
Through the leaves, freckles of sun
Dappled her cheeks.
Aren't we all just doing our best?
Whatever that means...
credits
from
Torn-to-Pieces-Hood,
released May 15, 2020
Drums/Voice: Chris Carr
Lead Guitar: Adam Lepkowski
Bass Guitar: Joe Palamara
Guitar/Voice: Pat Phelan
Written by Pat Phelan
Produced by Adam Lepkowski
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