Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sober Shell South, artist - The Copyrights. Album song Crutches - Single, in the genre ПанкDate of issue: 27.06.2011
Record label: Red Scare
Song language: English
Sober Shell South |
| She said her mom lives on the hampton shore |
| And her dad reenacts the civil war |
| But she doesn’t ever talk to him anymore |
| Curious, but smart enough no to ask |
| Right now let’s leave the ghosts in the past |
| Besides, you’ll keep those skeletons until you’re ash |
| We’ll keep fighting and keep trying |
| We’ll have our poor excuse by the morning |
| I know you’re fine here dressed to the nines, dear |
| But you’ll be back in your sober shell by the weekend |
| So never go back home |
| We could drive into the georgia heat |
| And drown in sweaty drinks for a couple of weeks |
| And talk through our obligations we’ll never keep |
| Black powder and humidity keep us awake |
| Noisy trees keep us from thinking straight |
| But we’re not trying to think straight anyway |
| We’ll keep fighting and keep trying |
| We’ll have our poor excuse by the morning |
| I know you’re fine here dressed to the nines, dear |
| But you’ll be back in your sober shell by the weekend |
| So never go back home |
| Stay close to your fears |
| It keeps us real, it keeps us clear |
| But then we’ll dry out and with hats in our hands |
| We’ll head back north smiling when we can |