This song tells the truth.
Artist: Dead Hot Workshop
Album:
Old Favorites & New Ones Too
Song: Mosquito Coast
Steam pours from open sores
The earth expands making room
For your newborn child
The world is wild
In anticipation
It can't wait for him to grow
Like a weed
Into fresh meat
Boy grows into the man
Slowly cutβlikeβglassβin hand
Made fromβevery grain ofβsand
That washed up on Mosquito Coast
If I only need
What's washed upon the shore
I'd surely die a happy man
Know what I'm living for
I'd see no match for the sun
No more than a shadow
You melt down
And meet your maker
If that's what you believe
Last call for alchohol
If that's ok
That I'm face down
Sorry if I'm boring you
But I'm up with the sun
Trying to make sense of what comes back to me
And what gets away
Call off your dogs
If you recognize my face
Cause maybe I'm a friend of a friend
And you owe him a favor
I'd see no match for the sun
No more than a shadow
You melt down
And meet your maker
If that's what you believe
Mother, father can't make sense
Of what comes back to him
The world is much wider
Than I was led to believe
Call off your dogs
If you recognize my face
Cause maybe I'm a friend of a friend
And you owe him a favor
I'd see no match for the sun
No more than a shadow
You melt down
And meet your maker
If that's what you believe