When your a 'beautiful' chick who likes to cluck.
In a fucked up world in rut.
In a three piece suit pounding the clutch,
Revving faster towards a dead end that knows
Where the sun don't go,
Believing the lie that we all learn to grow
From these fucked up situations we now know as home.
In the Winters Fall the breeze subsides,
But only in front of our eyes
The tide still rises
High.
A break from reality,
The way its ought to be.
The way its got to be.
Its all in the way we're taught to see.
A lot of the friends I had as a kid got fried.
Like a TV dinner you microwave for 3:45.
Be them dead or alive,
Gone at 25
Wether it was on drugs or some other means
To bite the hand that feeds.
So what's it gonna be then eh?
Its another day so decide if you want to drink too much and say too little,
Or man up enough to play the god damn fiddle,
Its just the beginning
Not the end
And now I know that you'll always be my friend
T.W.F.C. -
Never meant to be the one that hurt you.
Funny how you were the only one who never through
Down your cards to let me win off a losing hand.
And for that I will always be your friend.
