Defeater - At Peace lyrics
[Defeater - At Peace lyrics]
You've got to find her
You've got to find her
Your mother ain't fit to be alone
Her rosary beads are gone
Only one place she'd be
The sun is nearly up, put your jacket back on
And walk down the street
Feel the wind start to shift, cold and biting
Just like everything that's changed
When you do find her (When you do find her)
Take the only family that you've
Got back to home
Head down, walk through the crowds
Families downtown jealous bitter old man
Just yourself you can't stand
Man that took away your wife
Coward left you behind
Kill them both if you could
(Kill them both if you could)
Head down, cigarette in hand
Concrete, cold brick and sand
To the place where she prays
She suffers her days
Sleepless nights with the dirt
When the addiction hurts
Up to that old white oak door church
(And that's where you find her
In that last pew)
You touch her cold hand, your mother is gone
In front of her God, needle in her arm
Family plot will be filled
Perfect ending to a tragedy
Put her in cold wet ground
Finally at peace with her husband now
Lost all will, empty house hours strain
But months pass alone with your gun
Blue-collar shipyard, your days have gone
Lost it all for the promise of a normal life
All taken from you when you lost your wife
So you sit in that chair waiting for death
Barrel to your head
You've got to find her
Your mother ain't fit to be alone
Her rosary beads are gone
Only one place she'd be
The sun is nearly up, put your jacket back on
And walk down the street
Feel the wind start to shift, cold and biting
Just like everything that's changed
When you do find her (When you do find her)
Take the only family that you've
Got back to home
Head down, walk through the crowds
Families downtown jealous bitter old man
Just yourself you can't stand
Man that took away your wife
Coward left you behind
Kill them both if you could
(Kill them both if you could)
Head down, cigarette in hand
Concrete, cold brick and sand
To the place where she prays
She suffers her days
Sleepless nights with the dirt
When the addiction hurts
Up to that old white oak door church
(And that's where you find her
In that last pew)
You touch her cold hand, your mother is gone
In front of her God, needle in her arm
Family plot will be filled
Perfect ending to a tragedy
Put her in cold wet ground
Finally at peace with her husband now
Lost all will, empty house hours strain
But months pass alone with your gun
Blue-collar shipyard, your days have gone
Lost it all for the promise of a normal life
All taken from you when you lost your wife
So you sit in that chair waiting for death
Barrel to your head