tear down the house:
tear down the house that i grew up in.
i’ll never be the same again.
take everything that i’ve collected,
& throw it in a pile.
bulldoze the woods that i ran through.
carry the pictures of me & you.
i have no memory of who i once was,
& i don’t remember your name.
park the old car that i love the best.
inspection’s due & it won’t pass the test.
it’s funny how i have to put it to rest,
& how one day i will join it.
i remember crying over you,
& i don’t mean like a couple of tears & i’m blue.
i’m talking about collapsing & screaming at the moon,
but i’m a better man for having gone through it.
yes, i’m a better man for having gone through.
ever since i learned how to curse,
i’ve been using those sorry old words.
but i’m talking to these children & i’m keeping it clean.
i don’t need those words to say what i mean.
no, i don’t need those words to say what i mean
tear down the house that i grew up in.
i’ll never be the same again.
take everything that i used to own,
& burn it in a pile
bulldoze the woods that i ran through.
carry the pictures of me & you.
i have no memory of who i once was,
& i don’t remember your name.
i’ll never be the same again.
take everything that i’ve collected,
& throw it in a pile.
bulldoze the woods that i ran through.
carry the pictures of me & you.
i have no memory of who i once was,
& i don’t remember your name.
park the old car that i love the best.
inspection’s due & it won’t pass the test.
it’s funny how i have to put it to rest,
& how one day i will join it.
i remember crying over you,
& i don’t mean like a couple of tears & i’m blue.
i’m talking about collapsing & screaming at the moon,
but i’m a better man for having gone through it.
yes, i’m a better man for having gone through.
ever since i learned how to curse,
i’ve been using those sorry old words.
but i’m talking to these children & i’m keeping it clean.
i don’t need those words to say what i mean.
no, i don’t need those words to say what i mean
tear down the house that i grew up in.
i’ll never be the same again.
take everything that i used to own,
& burn it in a pile
bulldoze the woods that i ran through.
carry the pictures of me & you.
i have no memory of who i once was,
& i don’t remember your name.
murder in the city:
it was a really nice night.
you most definitely stole that banjo lads heart im sure... and YES to more adventures!
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