I was born in ‘89 in Massachusetts in the summer.
My parents moved me to Virginia when I was eight years old
And I grew up slowly and my momma told me, “son
The world will break your heart.”
And I didn’t know it then, but she was right
Right from the start.
And I cut down every cherry tree
And I lied about it through my teeth
Washington was a better man than me.
And a penny saved is not much at all
I’ve nothing to my name
Nothing at all to call my own.
But my soul was stretching in every direction
And you in fear of love’s rejection
You asked me for my protection
And I met your love with an erection.
And I knew your voice
I learned to love the sound
To save a wretch like me from underground
It’s just a metaphor for being drunk downtown
Started looking for where the angels are
You said “they must be somewhere - they can’t be far.”
And you rolled your eyes when I told you they’re in my car.
But if you drive west straight in a line,
The sun will stop - you can freeze time
January first, 2009 - the day when your love
Was completely mine
So we close out eyes and sign the declaration
Of independence from this nation
It won’t be long before they come
To stamp us out and shut us up.
They’ll have our heads for this -
We’re convicts, you and me,
And we know peace ain’t so sweet
It’s worth chains and slavery
They’ll have our heads for this -
We’re convicts, you and me,
And we better hang together,
‘cause it beats hanging separately.
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