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Avert Your Eyes

 

Avert Your Eyes

(альбом: Making A Midwesterner (The Brokedowns / Direct Hit!) - 2016)


Avert your eyes it's plain to see
That I could burn them out
But you and I could hope to be
Two friends without a doubt
When we're in the hall the alcohol's
The stench that you notice I know
It's my medicine that keeps it in
Keeps everyone 'round me devout
Can you help me get out?

Everyone just wanders 'round
And stares at the floor 'cause they're scared
Of looking up and finding me
Waiting to turn them into a flare
Just you wait Medusa's snakes got nothing on what I can do
But the yonder mountain's there I swear
I have a prayer that you'll make it too
What can we do?

Mother's gone and father too
I'm the only one left to my name
Both swore off the offspring game
When they birthed their own servant of flame
It's an accident that paid the rent
At a rate that removed both their souls
Come on they're gone just play along
Until we find words that can roll
What is the toll?

1, 2, 3 ,4
Pass me a drink tell me what are you thinking
I just want to get out of here
Somewhere to think where survival don't involve beer
Pass me a drink and it's best not to think
That the wrong look might send you to hell
Cause the alcohol's not quite the ball
You're used to when you live in fear
Get out of here
Let's get out of here

Curse the curse that makes me a curse
I'm a little perturbed can't you see
First the hearse then I'll write down a verse
If it don't affect my psyche
Depressed at best I might attest disconnects me emotionally
Incensed at rest is how I'm blessed
So I'll stress that I'll feel if I'm free

Well can you pass me a drink tell me what are you thinking
I just want to get out of here
Somewhere to think where survival don't involve beer
Pass me a drink and it's best not to think
That the wrong look might send you to hell
Incensed at rest is how I'm blessed
I'll attest and I hope you can tell
I hope you can tell
I hope you can tell

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