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Organized Shame

by Drunken Choir

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1.
I don’t know about you but I know about me I’m tired of working eighty hour weeks I’m tired of being tired all the time I’m tired of always just scraping by I’ve maxed out all my credit cards I kill myself at three different jobs I’m not depressed but I think about death As sweet relief from all this work and debt So I just wanted to know Everything that I do The sweat, the stress, the pain in my chest I'll do what I gotta do I'll do what I gotta do And darling…….it’s all for you I work like a dog and I live like a hog And nobody knows my name Life out on the road feels a lot like hell But I guess that’s the nature of the game I was told that if I break my back It would earn me a day in the sun But the years go by and my backs just fine And I still don't know how to have fun You’re the only one who knows the trouble I’ve seen And you’re the only thing that matters to me So slide your dancing slippers on While you and me and the night are young So I just wanted to know Everything that I do The sweat, the stress, the pain in my chest I'll do what I gotta do I'll do what I gotta do And darling…….it’s all for you
2.
These are the reasons I drink and take my pills Humans are a virus and there is no cure By the grace of god the manure will hit the fan But I’ll be dead and I’ll be gone and I won’t really give a damn Noone gives a second thought to your stupid dream You’re just another cog in the mans big machine So get a good job and pay all of your bills And just because you can don’t crap out forty kids Give me back my American Dream Give my parents back their organized shame Give my unborn children the future they deserve And Give every single person what their life is really worth Trash Trash Trash is all I see around The earth is dying slowly I wish the devil would burn it down Cash cash cash to buy more trash I guess god didn’t build the earth to last World War three is on its way on a red bicycle on a windy day I’m selling tickets to the end of time If you sell me your soul you’re next in line And give me back my Democracy Give my love to my country Give the people back their patriotic pride Give me liberty and freedom until the day I die I get so tired of people every day telling me I need their savior to wash my sins away But I didn’t kill Lisa Macpherson for lord xenu And I’ve never touched a little boy like the catholic priests all do And I’ve never crashed a plane in the name of my god I’ve never bombed a marathon or started a jihad So don’t feed me this crock about you’re all so plain and pure If religion does break even it will be a miracle Give me back my wasted youth Give me a lover that will say I do Give us all a reason to keep on keepin on Give thanks to the heavens I'm not the one in charge
3.
Me I don't mean, anything to anyone And I can write an anthem without a needle in my arm Giving up everything is a lot easier to do When all you have left is nothing left to lose Listen to my words, listen to my pain, I'm not some Brooklyn hipster with nothing real to say I've lived in my own head more than you will ever know Damned if I’m with people and damned if I’m alone Whatever you are be a good one You don't have to be a star Wherever the wind may take you be better than you are Well it takes one to know one and I know that I’m not alright It’s not a birthday party if it happens every single night I've been drinking so much I would put hemingway to shame But my nobel novel hasn't made it past the first page I drink, drink, drink but the words just keep spinning around And The chapter they leave out is that poets usually drown In a pool of their own sorrow or a ditch by the side of road Not a dollar to their name and a notebook full of words Do what you love And love what you do We're all six feet from the cold hard truth That Life is a ride and we're already dead That Earth is heaven and there is no hell That this is it this is as good as it gets It does not get any better than this Whatever you are be a good one You don't have to be a star Wherever the wind may take you be better than you are
4.
I drink my beer lukewarm like the English do And I milk the cows every morn before I go to school I go to sleep on a covered ash bed, it keeps me strong and straight I go to church when I can’t go to sleep, its always been that way What has been will be again, has a life has an end There is nothing new under the sun I take a bath once a month even if I don’t need one I make maple syrup from the sap of trees just like father told me I plow the fields on the family farm, eat potatoes off the ground I keep quiet at the dinner table, keep opinions to myself What has been will be again, has a life has an end There is nothing new under the sun I met a girl in town today at the main street general store She made me laugh and I made her cry but we made up in the dark We fell in love behind two horses on a slay in the snow We got married in an open field with everyone we know What has been will be again, has a life has an end There is nothing new under the sun What has been will be again, has a life has an end There is nothing new under the sun
5.
I’d take a bullet for you I’d bury a body in the sand I’d bust down the gates of Hell I’d kill the devil with my own two hands Because the bond that holds us together Is like the magic in fairytale You can't see it but at the bottom of your heart somehow you know its there So you go the right way brothers And I will go the left We can meet at the end of the line I think thats for the best Cause Lovers may have each other And Friends change with the weather Strangers don't even bother But brothers are thicker than water We can sit in the same room And never say a word Silence is just as comfortable As singing like two old byrds The three of us don’t need to cut Our hands to be bound by blood The same last name Is a money back guarantee Michael you were never an Angel But you were born with a heart of gold You never fail to make me laugh When I’m feeling down and low And Benjamin I'll never forget The songs you wrote Or the songs you played In my mind you’ll always be a star

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released July 15, 2014

Produced, Engineered, and Mixed by Wolfgang Zimmerman, Charleston SC. All lyrics, vocals and guitar written by Timothy Baker. Backing vocals and additional guitar by Robert Justin Osborne on "Organized Shame." All drums, bass, piano and additional backing vocals played by Wolfgang Zimmerman. Album art taken by Andrew Banks at The Australian Country Music Hall of Fame.

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