Spit Syndicate, Drapht - Same Storey lyrics
[Spit Syndicate, Drapht - Same Storey lyrics]
Uh one Day one Day
Just another story of a
Young man, trying to get a handle
My mother's son
Though she said I was a handful
Cuts on my feet like a fresh pair of jandals
And my head feel heavy as an anvil
Ink on the cuff-link
The well dressed vandals
Bring something to burn, forget a candle
We gon' blow it out let
Your plans get cancelled
I'm a dog shine, but I'm ready for a damsel
My grandma saying she praying for me
That if I mend my ways then
I could be saved surely
Just make peace before the
Day that I'm called
And maybe Saint Peter will open
The gate for me but nah this ain't law
Rather see you in pain
Than have a needle in your arm
That can take it away
Last years of your life full
Of pain and torment
Because euthanasia ain't the way of the Lord
See I know I've done some things
The Devil may applaud me
One day we might even share the same story
(Say what) The same story
One day we might even share the same story
I said we rise like the sun in silence
Don't need you to like where I am
Some of us are sons of giants
And others we will run from, run from
Run from my story, your story, they story
Just like the poets that came before me
So you better make way for me
One day we might even share the same story
What will you leave on your
Headstone when you pass
You shine your brightest so at night
We won't forget your star well here we are
I'm at the bar with rain
Soaked through to my feet
And I'm looking for somebody who
Looks just like me
Flashbacks of mumma telling me
To get there early
He'd a had to knock em' back
When he get a little nervy
Seven thirty passes and I'm
Starting to lose it
When a voice from behind starts
Asking about the music
A glass of Shiraz and a denim jacket on
I think we found the man on the run
If home where the heart is
Then here you're a vagabond
Hate to interrupt
But, I think that I'm your son
We caught up on twenty years in four drinks
Notice we both hold up
Beers with four fingers
Told him I love him and to let himself be
Truth's the only thing that can
Set us both free and so
I hope someone will relate and
They pray for me
One day we might even share the same story
(Say what) The same story
One day we might even share the same story
See, I grew up in two houses, back then
My dad was a rad parent, under his care
A young son
Fourteen with a can of beer in his hand
As he handed me
Man who look down to be careless
Alicia and Sarah my two sisters
Finger up to the system, they didn't listen
To their loving mother that struggled
With stubbornness and strictness
Lived and existed purely for their existence
And Mister Ridge was busy
Missing them grow up
I forgive you for that because
Of his show ups
From the highs to the lows at every Jan
Trying to be Clark Kent granted
There wasn't Lois Lane
Remained and dealing with reality
While dad was out playing Superman
And causing the casualties
Ma was there and cleaning all the destruction
Raising her four kids of her
Own and packing their lunches
What a wondrous lady
And my dad: I don't hate him, made me
Realise that The Brady
Bunch was entertainment
And the life he gave me was appreciated daily
Fuck remaining jaded I'm Bruce Banner over
Being green and wasting all
My energy on anger
Now my life is animated manga, character
All because of damage that you
Done so I thank you and
Rise like the sun in silence
Don't need you to like where I am
Some of us are sons of giants
And others we will run from, run from
Run from my story, your story, they story
Just like the poets that came before me
So you better make way for me
One day we might even share the same story
D rapht, Double S one Dayers, SBX