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Benjamin Tod

Cannon Fodder

 

Cannon Fodder

(album: A Heart Of Gold Is Hard To Find - 2019)


Bloodstains on my collar powders on my dollars
Filthy haze and something strange stuck beneath my skin
I miss the past and your sweet laugh ringing from the holler
Oh but what a waste to dream and chase for we are cannon fodder

Oh how we all pretend
Although we know not a soul will be there in the end
It's funny how a bottle feels closer than a friend
Never holds back and always gives in

Who you are now is a warm and distant feeling
Keeps my ears ringing like a gunshot on the porch
In our prime we both may find something to believe in
But it's curing time and my last dime's gonna
Put me through the ceiling

Oh how we all pretend
Although we know not a soul will be there in the end
It's funny how a bottle feels closer than a friend
Never holds back and always gives in

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