Shoulda Been Fine
from Cigarettes and Milk Hosted by Cigarettes and Milk
Street kids whipping back glasses on the cornerstone Yeah they'll be fine, yeah they'll be fine Coming home to a lady after working over time Oh it shoulda been fine, yeah it shoulda been fine But she was hanging from the ceiling fan crying There is no home left for the lost boy Curious redundancies for the travelers in town Mannequins strike poses holding wilted roses Oh the colors of life lives feeble for the sound The exhaust fan is kicking and killing him With ashtrays oh out of place And the crust punks spread disease poisoned love in posthumous defeat Stable words for stable home I built a heart from dust and bones Fixing faux of the pseudo-intellectuals Misinformed knowledge of those Eating him, degrading him, dropping bombs and parading him Calling out now father save me He's left him now yeah, since just a baby Hell with this oh pills and pigs Bloody knives and flashing lights Now he's dead and slinging shots at Heavens door, knock, knock, knock This suit and tie, and shaven face I Tried to live but it's a waste it's dark in here, and I've lost my way It shoulda been fine oh, yeah it shoulda been fine
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