Lonely down the lane
A buzz a ball and chain
Down the interstate
We move for motion's sake
A curse under my breath
One worse upon my head
The worst of fears for us
We are our father's sons
Drinking in the dark
Begging for a spark
Your eyes would leave a mark
Your lips would leave a scar
Just take what you get this time
Even dog years aren't what they used to be.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
Lonely down the lane
A buzz a ball and chain
Down the interstate
We move for motion's sake
A curse under my breath
One worse upon my head
The worst of fears for us
We are our father's sons
Drinking in the dark
Begging for a spark
Your eyes would leave a mark
Your lips would leave a scar
Just take what you get this time
Even dog years aren't what they used to be.
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