lyrics
I can't go to bed without fearing,
Men winding up dead on the steps,
Of my parents old beach house,
That my grandfather built himself,
'Cause even quiet towns have determined men,
Who will do what it takes to survive,
Some build things up, others break 'em down,
And will kill you if you step on their turf,
On their turf.
One night while we were out mini-golfing,
Someone broke into out old house,
And they robbed us blind, and the cops couldn't find,
A lead as to who was the thief,
I was just a kid, and I could not figure out,
Why anyone would do something so cruel,
But I am older now, and the idea of pickpocketing in crowds
Seems so much easier to do.
And why would I reconnect with my old friends,
When all I wanna do is beat the shit out of them?
If I ever hurt you, I probably shouldn't have,
I was only looking out for myself,
A killer's gotta kill, and a builder's gotta build,
And I have to keep moving on,
So if I left you behind, it was not personal,
It's just that I thought that I had somewhere to be,
And now that I am nowhere, I should tell you I'm sorry,
'Cause I never gave you the chance to tame me.
I used to kick like a fucking horse.
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from
Haunts,
released January 28, 2013
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