Where-a-where-a-bouts in hell's The Out?
Clear the sleep and let the shine fall south
Let it marinate and bend and break
Upon arrival at the old folks home
Leave them be, can't let the old folks roam
To the grocery store in the downtown core
Severed ties and all the things we couldn't tend
Be selfless, be selfless, my friend
Southern lies the only plots we could pretend
Be hopeful, til we're on the mend
In the absence of the usual crowds
Maybe voices carry twice as loud
And wonder how we got here now
And now we know who we all lean upon
Nurses, clerks still working dusk til dawn
As your landlord tries to bleed you dry
Severed ties and all the things we couldn't tend
Be selfless, be selfless, my friend
Southern lies the only plots we could pretend
Be hopeful, til we're on the mend
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Where-a-where-a-bouts in hell's The Out?
Clear the sleep and let the shine fall south
Let it marinate and bend and break
Upon arrival at the old folks home
Leave them be, can't let the old folks roam
To the grocery store in the downtown core
Severed ties and all the things we couldn't tend
Be selfless, be selfless, my friend
Southern lies the only plots we could pretend
Be hopeful, til we're on the mend
In the absence of the usual crowds
Maybe voices carry twice as loud
And wonder how we got here now
And now we know who we all lean upon
Nurses, clerks still working dusk til dawn
As your landlord tries to bleed you dry
Severed ties and all the things we couldn't tend
Be selfless, be selfless, my friend
Southern lies the only plots we could pretend
Be hopeful, til we're on the mend
Clear the sleep and let the shine fall south
Let it marinate and bend and break
Upon arrival at the old folks home
Leave them be, can't let the old folks roam
To the grocery store in the downtown core
Severed ties and all the things we couldn't tend
Be selfless, be selfless, my friend
Southern lies the only plots we could pretend
Be hopeful, til we're on the mend
In the absence of the usual crowds
Maybe voices carry twice as loud
And wonder how we got here now
And now we know who we all lean upon
Nurses, clerks still working dusk til dawn
As your landlord tries to bleed you dry
Severed ties and all the things we couldn't tend
Be selfless, be selfless, my friend
Southern lies the only plots we could pretend
Be hopeful, til we're on the mend
Writer: HENRY LEE
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