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Wrenched into the world, deanesthetized,
Blurry images fight their way through halfway opened eyes
Awakened by alarm, fifteen minutes of hygiene
Twenty minutes of eating, thirty seconds to the door.
I looked outside, I looked into the eyes
Of the impersonal mob I've seen a thousand times before
Feeling under covers like books on a shelf,
If we're scared of one another,
Must be scared of ourself,
More than just another crowd,
More than just another crowd,
More than just another crowd,
More than just another crowd,
We need a gathering instead.
Drink drink in the badland, liquid bread for the poor
Another member of the crowd goes down to drown at the liquor store
Choose your escape in the heartland
Of products and demand when you feel like a wasp in the swarm
You gotta get away anyway that you can.
More than just another crowd,
More than just another crowd,
More than just another crowd,
More than just another crowd,
We need a gathering instead.
Wrenched into the world, deanesthetized,
Blurry images fight their way through halfway opened eyes
Awakened by alarm, fifteen minutes of hygiene
Twenty minutes of eating, thirty seconds to the door.
I looked outside, I looked into the eyes
Of the impersonal mob I've seen a thousand times before
Feeling under covers like books on a shelf,
If we're scared of one another,
Must be scared of ourself,
More than just another crowd,
More than just another crowd,
More than just another crowd,
More than just another crowd, I said...
More than just another crowd,
More than just another crowd,
More than just another crowd,
More than just another crowd,
We need a gathering instead.
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Sucks to Be Right
03:37
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I was living my life, it was going pretty well
Then something happened, and turned it into a confusing hell
It was called growing up. It was obvious to tell
That if I didn't think of something, I'll be on the verge to fail
I've seen people and friends doing nothing with their lives
Looking like they'll be better off if they all had a knife
The clock is ticking out, but will you ever take it?
And if you hesitate, you might not ever make it
My father always said to me that you've gotta have a plan
Looked to society, never gave me a helping hand
Now my father's words are slowing coming into sight
God, it sucks to be right
My father always said to me that you've gotta have a plan
Looked to society, never gave me a helping hand
Now my father's words are slowing coming into sight
God, it sucks to be right
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Confused Youth San Antonio, Texas
Just a punk band from San Antonio, TX.
Twitch - vox, guitar
Loser - vox, bass
Pancho - drums
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