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Date of issue: 21.05.2012
Song language: English
The Way You Were Raised |
'What was that?' |
as the stuff that I spout leaves my lips |
There, a crack from behind from some cat with a death wish |
And the twitch takes the trail south to my heels |
to the homeless steel toe capped itch |
And though hipped up on black juice with red eyes and fists |
The sight of my future bout rids me of red mist |
Strength in numbers and width like two bears on a mouse |
I give a thought to the organ that beats in my mouth |
And say balls to a hurricane |
I’ll toast to my health |
Everyday it’s the battering of bones |
It’s the saving of face |
It’s the courage to turn your back on the way you were raised |
I brusied my heels, I BRUISED MY HEELS! |
And was confused as to how I got here |
Take your scar, smirk style |
Vocal rapier and foil |
And bury it with yourself and your pride |
Down the nearest uncovered manhole |
Everyday it’s the battering of bones |
It’s the saving of face |
It’s the courage to turn your back on the way you were raised |
Everyday it’s the battering of bones |
It’s the saving of face |
It’s the courage to turn your back on the way you were raised |