Kept Down

(альбом: Very Good Bad Thing - 2014)

If I could talk to all the children in the clouds
The ones who couldn't help but take it lying down
I'd say, despite your fate, you made your papa proud
There's just some things a guy like that can't say out loud
Oh, your mama, well she just didn't know how
A thousand years of being told to shut her mouth
And kept down, down
Down, down
Kept down, down
Down, down

If I could steal away the outcast of the class
I'd break him out of there and take him to the tracks
We'd bet all of it on the horse with a broke back
We'd watch it win while all the stallions came in last
Oh, boy, you see your odds ain't all that bad
Slim to none, but not so slim you've got to slip
Between the cracks
So come back, come back

Pretty girl
Wicked world
Cut your curls
Cut out your tongue

One by one we let 'em burn off with the sun
Can only hope they're somewhere finally having some fun
Being young