Yell your heart out I knew everything
But that motion from the start
Fly your babies to an island far
They'll know how to hold your heart
That white house doesn't change that you're an animal
Pumping stains on the carpet floor
Stick your fingers in your holes and pray
You will make of yourself far more
Take my mud and own it
The need for mixing is done
And yet my plants ain't grown shit
No trust for law in the sun
Of that white house there's tales oh so pitiful
A family intertwined that began to fray
Telling tales like Joey, 'yeah we're a happy family'
But daddy liked, and dad daddy lied.
Boy did he regret that day
Take my mud and own it
The need for mixing is done
Yet my plants ain't yielded shit
No trust for law in the sun
So pull my stakes to their points
And drive them into the stone
The pain in your splintered joints
Sure beats my thoughts when I'm alone
credits
from Family Housing,
released May 12, 2015
Lyrics by Jack Webster
Written and Arranged by Big Morgan bitzboys
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