Brace and Bit
from Bullrush by Two Eyes For The Dead
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lyrics
Oh, We ain't got no friends in the you-know-who,
Ain't got the jazz hands of an alley dice game,
Don‟t see fists pumping in the air much more,
But you got to get lost before you can get saved:
But we all bite on reason like its owed to us,
And there ain't nobody saying that it's owed to us,
Cause i ain't ownin' nothing in these shoes,
Like my daddy and my granddad with that 22.
Yeah they shot them gophers like they was food for them,
And grandpa drank his check like it grew on him,
And i think he even said it was owed to him,
Just like his cancered craw might been owed to him.
But we all bite on reason like its owed to us,
And there ain't nobody saying that it's owed to us,
Cause i ain't ownin' nothing in these shoes,
Like my daddy and my granddad with that 22.
Well, I'm gonna tighten my belt.
You hold on to yours,
And we both laugh harsh
Like the sunlight is ours,
Prayin' that the last time
We see them 'others' smile
Is from a gold road paved
With our own righteous miles --
Those of our days!
We be the blood of the earth,
Holding on to the wings of a second birth,
We hope -- we pray we get to see
What's owed to them!
What's owed to them?
Ain't got the jazz hands of an alley dice game,
Don‟t see fists pumping in the air much more,
But you got to get lost before you can get saved:
But we all bite on reason like its owed to us,
And there ain't nobody saying that it's owed to us,
Cause i ain't ownin' nothing in these shoes,
Like my daddy and my granddad with that 22.
Yeah they shot them gophers like they was food for them,
And grandpa drank his check like it grew on him,
And i think he even said it was owed to him,
Just like his cancered craw might been owed to him.
But we all bite on reason like its owed to us,
And there ain't nobody saying that it's owed to us,
Cause i ain't ownin' nothing in these shoes,
Like my daddy and my granddad with that 22.
Well, I'm gonna tighten my belt.
You hold on to yours,
And we both laugh harsh
Like the sunlight is ours,
Prayin' that the last time
We see them 'others' smile
Is from a gold road paved
With our own righteous miles --
Those of our days!
We be the blood of the earth,
Holding on to the wings of a second birth,
We hope -- we pray we get to see
What's owed to them!
What's owed to them?
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Bullrush,
released 10 January 2012
Lyrics by Murphy. Music by Kuhlman/Murphy/Murray/Murphy/Thompson
Lyrics by Murphy. Music by Kuhlman/Murphy/Murray/Murphy/Thompson
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Two Eyes For The Dead explores hard rock music with the intention of creating songs that are part poetry and part epiphany. ... more Hailing from Minneapolis, MN, Two Eyes For The Dead aims to enlighten the ignorant and breathe relief into the lungs of the frustrated with a sonic core carrying molten emotion. less
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