a model built on an assembly line
we’re a prototype of a bad design
they won’t listen to you anymore
I heard you right but it don’t make sense
do what you like, what you think is best
they won’t listen to you anymore
& they won’t be hear when you’re at the door
we’re all fighting on our own
another lost cause or another chance to grow
we’re all fighting on our own
another lost cause standing all alone...
now the memory serves in place
misconstrued, bent out of shape
I offered my hand to you
but you met me with a fist, black and blue...
& we’re so interchangeable, you’re staring at the mirror again
how long will we last before you pull the plug and it’s dead
a father hangs his head ‘cause he’s lost his only son
& a mother can only cry when nothing could be done
we’re all fighting on our own
another lost cause or another chance to grow
we’re all fighting on our own
another lost cause hanging by a rope...
Rollicking rockabilly on the latest from cult legend Bloodshot Bill, nailing the raucous spirit of early rock & roll. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 23, 2020