I got a pack of squeaky rats spinnin' in my wheels
I got a set of vampire teeth that I carved from an orange peel
The jacket I'm wearing, the sleeves are loosely attached
The buttons all fell off I watched them roll down in the cracks
An old man tipped his cap to me, obliged I spoke
Pardon me sir might I bum a smoke
The holes where his eyes should be
The soul of a man deformed by disease
Too many things paid for that should have been free
The dead wears on his face as he is tired and deranged
The pressure coils tight around his neck
A thousand pounds of pity to him
But to one thousand just to a single one
Nobody not anyone ever showed him some
It doesn't seem strange
Where the years to be quaint
Are lost in an age
Where to be shocking holds more weight
It doesn't seem strange
Where the years to be quaint
Are lost in an age
Where to be shocking holds more weight
credits
from Anywhere From Everywhere,
track released April 1, 2014
Lead vocals: Shannon Vaughan
Lead guitar: Johnny Dealy
Bass guitar: Dylan McDowell
Drums: Jason Camacho
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