Album: Houston We Have A Drinking Problem (2002)
Houston) I´m coming home,
I´m not bound anymore on the brink of nothing
I´m just starting something.
I am dog boy, overwhelmed, unemployed,
An arsenal of outbursts but I´m just saying it first.
I don´t want to lose everything that we grew.
I´m not cutting you down, I´m just carrying the axe.
Knowing it´s half bad, knowing its a little sad
and there is blood on our hands.
I hate this. No one at the wheel,
everyone is here to feel, I´m coming home.
We aren´t sound anymore,
I cannot build a purpose in this falling structure.
I´m not tearing it down, I just can´t find the sound.
I´m disarming the bomb before it goes off.
Knowing it´s half bad, knowing it´s all smiling sad.
And the gun in my hand is empty.
I am Mr. Guilt, everyone is here to feel.
I thank you all so much for my next trick, next trip, drive home.
No hard feelings.
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