Distilled Spirit from Pathétique by Bad Head
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A song that Dispatch wrote for John Denver but he died by crashing the plane he built himself so they shelved it until we came along
Tracklist
| 8. | Distilled Spirit | 3:49 |
Lyrics
I'd like to have a distilled spirit
But for now a drink will do
I got nothing to lose
Except all my reasons to lie to you
Wish I could just drive and blast music and think about nothing
But these singers won’t stop singin about their problems
And the tress on the side of the road offer no solution
They just say nothing
And these singers wont stop talking about all my problems
Life is bleak and life is long
and I am dumb and I am wrong
and if you wanna make your own decisions you gotta do it alone
mud hardens into dirt,
dirt melts into mud, with some water,
I fall asleep, again, without her
Wish I could go back to ma and pa
Milk and cookies with a southern drawl
But the innocent times, they weren’t so innocent
I used to throw rocks and blame in on my sisters
What’s the point when you can’t have the only thing you want
What’s the point when you fuck up the only thing you want
What the fuck is the point when you can’t have the only thing you want
What the fuck is the point when you fuck up the only thing you want
What the fuck is the point what the fuck is the point
She is good and she is wise and I am mean and full of lies
And it’s good
She walked away when she could
She is good and she is wise and I am mean and full of lies
And it’s good
She left when she could
I didn’t cheat exactly
