They found him dead at 3am
No sign of foul play, but ah shit man it don’t feel good to me
And it wasn’t just the beat cops and the paramedics that came
It was the guys in grey suits, the kind that just wanna talk to you
They came right in to the morning gathering
Like haven’t you heard of letting people mourn?
But sure I’ll admit it, I guess my faith ain’t at its highest
Now that of the flock has been shorn
Now I’m watching my back every step that I take
Thinking about how I spent all my money just to get to his place
And that was it that was it, no nest egg no back up
Five grand in the hole, at a wall with my back up
So I guess I started to crack when I thought about the money
And it was a forgone conclusion when they said that they had something for me
Just get in close, tell us what you can, better if you get him talking on the phone
Handing me the knife, and asking me to slip it in the back of the only place that I've known to call home
But I’m watching my back every step that I take
Thinking about how I spent all my money just to get to his place
And that was it that was it, no nest egg no back up
Five grand in the hole, at a wall with my back up
Rising Philadelphia band balance oversized pop punk hooks with vivid, intimate lyrics, presenting a raw, honest vision of guitar music. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2022