Mailman from SUH by The We Shared Milk

I'll practice preaching
Don't care who's listening
With my convictions
My learned lessons
I'm strictly neutral
By definition
I hear it coming
Yeah I feel that hammer coming

I thought I was born king
I thought if anyone would do anything
It'd be me
I'll stick to making a scene
At least a pathetic wretch in the street
Draws some heat

Hiding beers from
the fucking mailman
I count my vices
like treating symptoms

I thought I was born king
I thought if anyone would do anything
It'd be me
I'll stick to remembering
At least a rat in a trap
earned his place

feelinglikeamansbeendamnnearknockedrightoffhisfeet

I practice preaching
but nobody's listening
I walk down Glisan
acting like nothing's
A pointless feeling
for this useless shut-in
I feel it coming
Yeah I hear that hammer coming

I thought I was born king
I thought if anyone would do anything
It'd be me
I'll stick to remembering
A guilt free drunk's just a punk
with the means

• Glisan
• Rock
• Soul
• Thrash
• beers
• hiding
• king
• mailman
• Portland