Strange Coins from Hard Sell by The Parlour Brothers

STRANGE COINS
(S. Puchalski)

My knees are weak like an old rag doll’s
These streets define war and walls
Gun to my head; no will to fight
With pockets full
Of straits so dire

So take what you want and I will face the fear
I am not a boy; I’m just a stranger here

It wasn’t ‘cause my world got small
It wasn’t ‘cause she owned it all
I refused a life of being led
That just toes the line ‘til I’m dead

But a lesson has been taught
Been humbled and disgraced
By every dream I chased,
so I came to this place I came to this place
I came to this place

With strange coins

You won’t hear me beg or plead,
just meet me down that old tank alley

And you, like me have seen the crash
When stardust falls it breaks like glass
And your gun in hand can’t pose a threat
Worse than my last cigarette

So take what you want,
then I will disappear I’m not a rich man’s son,
I’m just a stranger here
So take what you want
And I will face the fear
For I am not a boy;
I’m just a stranger here I’m just a stranger here
I’m just a stranger here
With strange coins

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