lyrics
Hell on earth.
Stuck behind this desk, no different than the rest.
Gene can see,
How great his life could be if he could only leave.
Out beyond,
The window and the pain; start all over again.
Chains of gold;
He's afraid of giving up, afraid of getting old.
This is the shit we do.
This is the life we're all contracted to.
Toss out who you were,
Don't forget to do it, do it, do it,
For her.
Down a shot,
Down a couple more, Gene's feeling kinda hot.
Tune it out,
No different than the day before he figured out,
That life is tough.
A bitch the best of times, a bitch who likes it rough.
To love the pain,
Time to suck it up and start all over again.
This is the shit we do.
This is the life we're all contracted to.
Toss out who you were,
Don't forget to do it, do it, do it,
For her.
Gene's last chance,
To sow his wildest oats and take the final dance.
He sets his shot,
To see what he can see, to see just what he's got.
He takes his time,
Don't matter if he fails, so what? He's feeling fine,
Because he knows,
He's got his little life, no matter where it goes.
This is the shit we do.
This is the life we're all contracted to.
Toss out who you were,
Don't forget to do it, do it, do it,
For her.
credits
from
DAD ROCK,
released June 16, 2019
Ava Mendoza - guitar
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