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Sing Me to Sleep
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All of my life I’ve wanted to be bad
Throughout my life I’ve always been sad
Having sex just for fun
Hangin around some chick I really hate, but who the hell cares, man?
Just gimme some of that, gimme a drag; don’t gimme none of that bullshit
And why would I ever want to be a dad?
Get a psychiatrist ‘cause I got mad
Give up my life just to have a son
Doing a lot of things I really hate; well, what if I don’t care, man?
Can’t do what I want, can’t have any fun; don’t gimme none of that bullshit
I don’t wanna make anyone proud
Don’t wanna act like I’m in some cloud
Like, “What a cool guy, what a good Christian kid”
No, look at my wife, think, “She coulda had anyone, why the hell him?”
We’re drifting along in a sinking ship, doin alright, with none of that bullshit
All of my life I’ve wanted to be bad
Throughout my life I’ve always been sad
I guess you can see right through my eyes
I’m pretty simple of a guy: needy and lonely, I just want some friends
Carry me along in a boat of your arms, wrapped in light and your skin
I wanna be wrapped in your skin
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How was I supposed to know you were out here all alone?
No, don't you give me that crap
Let's just go to a bar and see what's on tap
Bet you thought you'd come out on top
Payin'em big just to make a shit flop
You don't have to tell me that I'm not cool
but I'm not sorry for breaking the rules
We all need someone else's home
We all need someone else's home
Hey man, I'm gonna need your home
So c'mon, go out and get me a room
I'm not gonna try and be okay
Not gonna make an effort to do the right thing
Everybody's telling me I have to be afraid
if I want to be successful, get laid and paid
Take up a collection for the filthy rich
You see, they're the ones who own all the needs
The more you get, the more you need
And so I ask the television, "What's my dream?"
We all want mercy; mercy, please!
Well, I gave you mercy and you gave me the police
We all want mercy; mercy, please!
I gave you mercy, you gave me the police
Everybody thinks their God is really cool
He kinda looks like them, and he tells'em what's true
So if someone asks if I'm confident in what I've got
Lean your face against your hand and tell'em I'm not
I was talking to God the other day
He was tellin me how he doesn't talk to people that way
But if you want to live, boy, you better die
And if you don't want to die, then man, you better stay alive
We all want a calm and consistent hand
We all want a certain 'n golden land
Make sure it's cool and it has a lot of rules
and doesn't ask me nothing, and doesn't tell me I'm a fool
Don’t ask me nothing, don’t tell me I’m a fool
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Jack Holloway Brooklyn, New York
-Author,
"Hands of Doom"
-Lead singer / guitarist, The Heavens
-Born in
Portland, raised in Seattle, based in Brooklyn,
multinstrumentalist,
producer, writer,
photographer,
director, activist, preacher.
-Renaissance Queer.
-For bookings: morbidxinstinct@gmail.com
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