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What's Good
02:10
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I don’t think you know what’s good for you
No, I don’t think so
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Skin
02:31
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Soaked up by the skin
Never to be seen again
Back and forth oh, My Sweet Lord
Please forgive me for my sins
Lay my head on concrete beds and dream away
Everything’s not what it seemed like yesterday
Fields of green and the people I see - they smile and wave
Lay my head on concrete beds and dream away
Scratching at the skin
Here we go, back at it again
Up and down, I asked around
Have you heard when it's gonna end?
Lay my heads on concrete beds and dream away
Nothing’s what it used to be like yesterday
Fields of green and the people I see - they pass and wave
Lay my head on concrete beds and dream away
Soaked up by the skin
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Bad Habits
03:35
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Why am I jealous of something I already have?
Why do I keep saying I’ll quit smoking after this next drag?
Why do I let the dishes pile up in the sink?
Why do I care so much what other people think?
Why do I bite my nails and mumble when I talk?
Why do my feet fail me and make me stumble when I walk?
I am the undisputed heavyweight champion of the blame game
Why is consistency something I can’t seem to maintain?
Every time I try to kick one of these old bad habits
All I seem to get is my ass kicked
Why do I take such bad advice again and again?
Why do I have to have a vice to make it through the day’s end?
Why do I always stay up too late?
Why do I always procrastinate?
Why do I have to instigate the same fights day after day?
Every time I try to kick one of these old bad habits
All I seem to get is my ass kicked
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Never Again
03:11
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Tasting victory on a cloudy beach an hour outside Detroit
Everything he ever wanted to be was everything she avoids
Now, I don’t know if going slow has ever been his style
But for her he tested his patience
He waited ten years to walk a mile
Her hair was braided, so he waited to watch it blowing in the wind
He stood there feet covered in her sand breathing in her oxygen
She packed up all her things
She went home with her friends
Maybe he’ll see her next time or maybe never again
They picked her up in a pickup truck
They were playing classic rock CDs
Smoking cigarettes, doing 95
Just about as free as can be
Now, there are some things you don’t wanna know
Like the answer to just how low I’m willing to go to be sitting there next to you
Strands of hair in a plastic bag
It really doesn’t make much sense
They called it a case they couldn’t crack
She became paperwork and evidence
Yesterday she was an undergrad
Today she’s underground
Yesterday he didn’t feel so bad
Today he doesn’t feel so proud
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