There's a young man sitting on the side of the road
Sitting, shivering alone
Got no shelter from cold
He's got a vomit stain trailing from his shirt to his jeans
He's deep in thought, He's deeply caught, in hallow dreams
He's a young talent, burned out too soon
Got swallowed up, in a shitty little small town view
He could write you a song and truly have you moved
But he struggles, in troubles
Clipped wings, nothing new
Has a, beer can sitting in the palm of his hand
Grown a, thick beard just to prove he's a man and he's breaking alone and never shows its bad
He'll never know, he'll never grow, I truly understand
Let me take you to a time, just a few years ago
Before I had fire in words or an understanding of flow
Back when I was heavy, when I wasn't ready
My self esteem was at an all time low
Low blows, shattered and hurt
I felt naked even under my shirt
Had the swagger of a playboy, couldn't lift any skirt
They spat on me and pushed me down in the dirt
Spat on me and pushed me down in the dirt
Has a, beer can sitting in the palm of his hand
Grown a, thick beard just to prove he's a man and he's breaking alone
And never shows its bad
He'll never know, never grow I truly understand
Has a, beer can sitting in the palm of his hand
Grown a, thick beard just to prove he's a man and he's breaking alone
And never shows its bad
He'll never know, never grow I truly understand
I took his acid and I turned it to wine
Got drunk on it and brewed it up into a rhyme
While I was doing the poetry the young man was doing time
I'm performing and he's on a factory assembly line
But no, I don't take joy in a life going to waste but words still cut deep
When I see his bearded face and the question is how should I feel?
The resentment I have is still evidently real but
He's got suicidal tendencies deep in his mind
He's been thinking about the friends that have left him behind
He has a, beer can, sitting in the palm of his hand
He's got a, thick beard just to prove he's man
And he's breaking, feeling alone
Is that so bad?
And I know, deep down in my soul
I can never give him my hand
Border Boy - Beer Can (feat. Codex) Lyrics
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There's a young man sitting on the side of the road
Sitting, shivering alone
Got no shelter from cold
He's got a vomit stain trailing from his shirt to his jeans
He's deep in thought, He's deeply caught, in hallow dreams
He's a young talent, burned out too soon
Got swallowed up, in a shitty little small town view
He could write you a song and truly have you moved
But he struggles, in troubles
Clipped wings, nothing new
Has a, beer can sitting in the palm of his hand
Grown a, thick beard just to prove he's a man and he's breaking alone and never shows its bad
He'll never know, he'll never grow, I truly understand
Let me take you to a time, just a few years ago
Before I had fire in words or an understanding of flow
Back when I was heavy, when I wasn't ready
My self esteem was at an all time low
Low blows, shattered and hurt
I felt naked even under my shirt
Had the swagger of a playboy, couldn't lift any skirt
They spat on me and pushed me down in the dirt
Spat on me and pushed me down in the dirt
Has a, beer can sitting in the palm of his hand
Grown a, thick beard just to prove he's a man and he's breaking alone
And never shows its bad
He'll never know, never grow I truly understand
Has a, beer can sitting in the palm of his hand
Grown a, thick beard just to prove he's a man and he's breaking alone
And never shows its bad
He'll never know, never grow I truly understand
I took his acid and I turned it to wine
Got drunk on it and brewed it up into a rhyme
While I was doing the poetry the young man was doing time
I'm performing and he's on a factory assembly line
But no, I don't take joy in a life going to waste but words still cut deep
When I see his bearded face and the question is how should I feel?
The resentment I have is still evidently real but
He's got suicidal tendencies deep in his mind
He's been thinking about the friends that have left him behind
He has a, beer can, sitting in the palm of his hand
He's got a, thick beard just to prove he's man
And he's breaking, feeling alone
Is that so bad?
And I know, deep down in my soul
I can never give him my hand
Sitting, shivering alone
Got no shelter from cold
He's got a vomit stain trailing from his shirt to his jeans
He's deep in thought, He's deeply caught, in hallow dreams
He's a young talent, burned out too soon
Got swallowed up, in a shitty little small town view
He could write you a song and truly have you moved
But he struggles, in troubles
Clipped wings, nothing new
Has a, beer can sitting in the palm of his hand
Grown a, thick beard just to prove he's a man and he's breaking alone and never shows its bad
He'll never know, he'll never grow, I truly understand
Let me take you to a time, just a few years ago
Before I had fire in words or an understanding of flow
Back when I was heavy, when I wasn't ready
My self esteem was at an all time low
Low blows, shattered and hurt
I felt naked even under my shirt
Had the swagger of a playboy, couldn't lift any skirt
They spat on me and pushed me down in the dirt
Spat on me and pushed me down in the dirt
Has a, beer can sitting in the palm of his hand
Grown a, thick beard just to prove he's a man and he's breaking alone
And never shows its bad
He'll never know, never grow I truly understand
Has a, beer can sitting in the palm of his hand
Grown a, thick beard just to prove he's a man and he's breaking alone
And never shows its bad
He'll never know, never grow I truly understand
I took his acid and I turned it to wine
Got drunk on it and brewed it up into a rhyme
While I was doing the poetry the young man was doing time
I'm performing and he's on a factory assembly line
But no, I don't take joy in a life going to waste but words still cut deep
When I see his bearded face and the question is how should I feel?
The resentment I have is still evidently real but
He's got suicidal tendencies deep in his mind
He's been thinking about the friends that have left him behind
He has a, beer can, sitting in the palm of his hand
He's got a, thick beard just to prove he's man
And he's breaking, feeling alone
Is that so bad?
And I know, deep down in my soul
I can never give him my hand
Writer: Johnny Moorhead
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