Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wings, artist - Mad HappyDate of issue: 12.02.2007
Song language: English
Wings |
| One for the innocence, three for the truth |
| twenty years to late to love me in the dark on my own, I’m not alone |
| still too blind to see |
| on phantom shoulders i cannot lean |
| watch the waning moon soon unseen |
| I’m not waiting for the morning |
| even for the dawn |
| found my wings I’m flying now |
| hold the tears no cryin’now |
| Boo Hoo |
| the scapegoat has died |
| she lives on in my memory |
| as the part i left behind |
| so tired of these songs they inspire |
| drying my tears at that fire |
| all these years here’s what I learned never let them stir |
| the ashes embers of my fears |
| turnin’on me at the edge, where |
| blame the victim plays the game |
| selfishly unsane |
| time after time, it ain’t complex |
| let me lay it out real plain |
| why i’m vexed first, i had sex |
| before gettin’married to them I was a whore. |
| for |
| a year i was ignored. |
| next, |
| after i professed having been molested |
| got mean stares for the next three years |
| blamed, for the drama in our family affairs |
| laughed n’called me selfish, was cryin’on the floor |
| bangin’my head on the fridgedaire door, now |
| someone’s gettin’married and they want me to come |
| so those damn photo albums won’t be missin’anyone? |
| I’ll be there cause in fact I don’t dig dramatics |
| telephone games and emocrabatics |
| enough with that static 3x |
| I’m done |
| REPEAT CHORUS |
| in fear and enraged always the outcast |
| these fading remnants of my past |
| the things that noone else would say |
| let, sleeping dogs lie |
| call the hell hounds to my side |
| I wasn’t born to wait to die |
| to walk on tiptoes all my life |
| and never wonder why |
| So, friends of mine, it ain’t done yet |
| I’ve always been prone to… get upset |
| even, flippin’out, when |
| my damn people carry on, talkin like they care, OR tryin’a make a score game outta who to blame |
| still ignoring the real pain |
| Walk these dogs down 13th ave |
| watch… all the yentas talkin trash; |
| that’s what they have |
| Skeletons in closets stinkin’up too many homes |
| That is why you always see my doggie diggin’bones |
| Narrowly avoiding being put to sleep |
| By, the tznius patrol crawlin’up that street |
| so y’all can, hang righteous, holdin out on old habits |
| Quotin dogmatic verse while your at it Wha’ssup that attic |
| Wha’ssup that static |
| Enough with that static |
| i’m done |