Fake Teeth from Compromise by Bad Ideas

sat there you thought about what's wrong

with the way that the wind blows the way your father did when he was young

the way no one listened when you talked must have felt like the way that I did when my car was parked

Already fucked by the things that you had seen

Already lead by examples they had you believe

Already fucked by the things that you had seen

I wish you could see it- I wish you could read

You never had an real shot- At anything you want

We could have used your hands for evidence

You never had an real shot- found me guilty for the block

could have been me- it could have been anyone

Id say you haven't thought about it much

For you it was over when the adrenaline wore off

& nothing was gained, nothing was won

but the hate & the tales of glory- you'd pass on to your son

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