Weeds
Album: The Disillusionment of Youth and the American Way
By: SISEMORE
By: SISEMORE
Duration
4:26
Genres
Description
This song was written as a way of dealing with a friends' suicide. It also touches on where we are in the current political, economic and world picture.
Lyrics
You don't know the half of it. You didn't stick around that long. Maybe move up to Nashville, make a singer of yourself. Try that if I stay gone too long. Take another cigarette. Surely it won't kill you while your young. Find yourself some happiness. Before lookin' down the barrell of that gun...good god. Out in the weeds, out in the weeds. You say you had it comin'. I guess I never saw you fight. Everything you ever wanted. They brought you in the middle of the night. See her eyes are fallin'. Her little boy has turned to clay. Desperate now she's callin'. Too late, to turn your head and pray, pray. Out in the weeds, out in the weeds.
