ฟังเพลงGrudge Music

Deaf blind granite block content to graze with familiar stock

A local lard not an english black

We don't venture into the fog

Homeward bound and gagged

Not twenty steps from the door

Dispensable as cooks at sea or journalists sent to war

No one found me spellbinding no one offered me a drink

But by crippled hands at the potters wheel

I was given shape and insects appeal

Sent to work the graveryard shift at heaven's JDC

A legend to the peasants there

But lights had caught me unaware

I've wandered into your graces so how do I get out

How do I get out

How do I get out

How do I get out

It's been quiet for too long

But pompous phrases and alarms can't help you now

And every pervert outside of every fence has had

His fill of your kids

He's clocking out

Such indecisive crusaders

A martyr made into a scenic blur

A lookout into a left behind

What wounded pride

No one finds me spellbinding

No ones buying me a drink

I've been to the lions

Left high and dry by the eightth circle of hell

Where are the spoils

I want the ticker tape parade

Damn these filthy rats