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The Wicked and The Wick and my humble Abode
Ripping nostalgia right out of my veins
Crippled curtains living in psycho domains
We demolished this city not just this city the World
I can't live slow enough to get to pretend
People go crazy and the next day all mends omens
The trenches I call home
They said a 15 year old couldn't drive
I Showed them
My mom said I'd never amount to nothing
I'd say nothing is better than a bull life
I know my age by the release date of a LP
I answer to any name you can call me
People complain about the weather
I say follow the path to better toils
I got my digs in 6 feet of soil
Its a humble abode
Its where they want me
Out if the public eye
My home deep in the trenches
Sure let's walk down memory lame parking lot paradise
Check out where the best bar used to be
Some gangster slog slinging brass
Torn it down
Saying stick all the memories up your es
I got al the lowdown
Creatures who stole out right our past features
Playing domino's getting high while some great band plays on
Best you tear up that joint yourself
Cause money shakes the moments foundations
Money is robbing us
Our memories liquidation
Its a humble abode
Its where they want me
Out if the public eye
My home deep in the trenches
Copyright ©
Greg Slode Smith
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