- Ballad of Douglas Chin
Oh, sleeping in the trees.
Traveling light, an unseen breeze.
I never really thought I'd get caught in that quad, but I was wrong.
Oh, I wanna get well
and find a skill I can sell.
Because no one buys what I try
to give away.
Trapped in the city.
No sleep, no more.
Just stay up yelling
at pimps and whores.
Whores?
And what for?
What for?
Is this art or war?
And who made
the part of my brain
that makes music
feel like pain?
"Go to bed whiteass! Get straight! Get a job! You calling me crazy? What's your problem? Are you lazy? Disrespect me? You gotta pay me."
Letras
- 2 Am
A History of Sport Fishing
Ask Me About Jon Stross
Ave Grave
Ballad of Douglas Chin
Cloisterphobia
D. Shallow
Deadbeat Water
Eagle Rock
Freshman Thesis
House Breaks
I Can't Get Next To You
Monkey vs. Shark
Night At The Knight School
Post-Present
Pre-Present
The 8th Ring of Hell
The Dutch Fist
The White Mask
Walk of Shame
Where Are You Now?