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about
Written in Cabo San Lucas Mexico. A song about assumptions.
lyrics
Why'd you turn me into salt? when it wasn't my fault
and now it's raining
Somehow you saw my love as treason the death of reason
but who's complaining
I walked around like I owned the place & you spit in my face
that's not a kiss
I'll cut your strings you little puppet your man's above it
you're just his pet
It's my salt, they're my bones,
it's my fault, nevermind
It's no crime, they're fake tears,
your not here, I'm on time
You're on fire, It's no joke,
I'm no liar, get the hose
It's your blood, they're my hands,
we are everyone, it's a crime.
Pour gas on wounds, and light it up & set your ass down
and now get up, get up
It's nevermind time - so let it go - and run away babe
it's all just for show.
I'm not the golden boy you thought I was and you the millionaire
I didn't think so
Is she the blue-blood overachiever? did you believe her?
that's how the story go
credits
from
June '71,
released 09 August 2010
David Butler - vocals, drums
Ed Shuttleworth - guitars, backing vocal harmony
Alan Beavers - bass
Produced by Black Owls (Shuttleworth/Butler)
Recorded/mixed at Cordwoven Nest Studio
Addl tracks recorded at Wife Sound, New York
Mastered by Brian Lucey - Magic Garden Mastering
lyrics: Butler Music: Shuttleworth
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