Hourly, Daily

(альбом: Hourly, Daily - 1996)

Don't let there be
Something sour in my coffee
There's fourteen year olds
Screaming get out of my country
I won't let him rise just to say goodbye
Hourly, daily

The August cold
Brings something bad in its sock drawer
There's too much hate
Covering up those once white walls
I don't want my boy thinking I'm only to avoid
Tread safe hourly, daily

He's the splitting image and the oldest of two
Now what kind of mess have you gone and gotten yourself into?

Make a morning pledge
To the heart of the city quiet
Pray the daybreak sun
Can fill up the halls of a sleepless night
Bring one good face into this house today
Hourly, daily

He's the splitting image and the oldest of two
Now what kind of mess have you gone and gotten yourself into?