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Song information
Artist: Bombs Over Providence
Album: Shake Your Body Politic
Lyrics
Where there's no smoke
We've been burned alive, hearing two-cent mind cut us down to size
Dancing with the spectre of unsolicited conjecture
While the emperor, he sold his clothes for opening slots on local shows
But these comment of ennui aside
This boy paid to enjoy the ride
With kids who fight their battles
Not with cannons, but with rattles
It was an eye for an eye about a year ago, now it's all "i told you so."
Always had the guts somehow, so nothing's gonna stop me now
But when I hear it from old allies, boy, well, I get sidetracked
You can have it, kid, it's yours
And you'll find me face-down, bloated blue on the banks of the trash-talk river
So press my shirt and fetch me a tie. set to work on my obituary-ai
With great foresight, just a laugh, it's the same as my epitaph
Here lies a mouthy kid
Raised by a picket fence
To mean what he says
When he screams
Always had the guts somehow, so nothing's gonna stop me now
I've been swingin' for the fences since you thought to build them
I always liked 'em low
Nevermind the hits I take. it's all about the punches I throw
You're picking bones at the wrong damn table, boy
Swallow hard, I'm going to serve it to you now
How could one slip from a grace so small as to be dismissed by a single-file style
Obscure hardcore archivists?
Well I'm still reeling from that fall
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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