He's A Deep Sea Fish​.​.​.

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The Ship is lost, drifting away.
Some people have everything or nothing.
And the land lords drunk and always hanging around.

(As the smoke clears around my hometown I see from the backseat, propped up in bits of crushed brick and gravel, the kids we knew in school play house, I watch them push their kids around, you'll never recognize me know, you'll never recognize me)

He shaved my head and we started making out.
Married to the lifestyle.
Buried in the lifestyle.
Moving about absent minded in tattered patches.
Pieces falling outward in tangled piles.
Reeds and ashes.

Gotta shape up, gotta take sides.
Thats life.
Sharks circling, temperatures rise.
That's life.
Gotta shape up, gotta take sides.
That's life.
Debt rocks the boat side to side.
That's life.

You smile at everything, your character, your shiny teeth, your careless hair an afterthought.
You're only free to tie the knot.

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from No Spitting On Cats During Plague Time, released June 7, 2013

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